Oh, Still the Night

Oh, still the night on Merseyside;
The breeze will sleep upon the tide.
That I will see upon the heave -
Of gentle swell what I believe,
To be the sweetest sight on earth,
Where ships will seek and men will berth;
Reflections on your bosom deep,
And Liver birds on vigil keep.

Oh, still the night on Merseyside,
That I shall dream where ships will ride,
On slumber waters spangled by -
Reflections of the starry sky;
Where shore lights gleam upon the deep;
Wherever sailormen will sleep -
Upon an eiderdown of stars,
Reflected 'neath the sky an spars.

By Michael Walsh