Along the quiet harbor’s rim,
The lights shine out at evening dim;
They glimmer softly on the tide,
Where ships come home from every side.
The sailors’ voices blend with sea,
A song of toil and loyalty;
The tide rolls in with gentle sound,
And spreads its silver all around.
The city hums with life afar,
Yet here is peace beneath each star;
The lamps swing lightly in the breeze,
And whisper comfort to the seas.