I'm but a lonely woman Waiting at the moor To bring home my fisherman To Gloucester Harbor Shore A kiss goodbye Upon the moor I wave goodbye to see I'm praying every moment That you'll come home to me The numbers are too few Too far the men go ferrying Far not enough do live Come home Come home Come home Come home I'm but a lonely woman Waiting at the moor To bring home my fisherman To Gloucester Harbor Shore The days, they pass A storm blows in And not a ship in sight The icy hand of death, I fear, is on my home tonight The sea, tonight, a feral force Wild cyclone eye Is circling And swallowing Our vessels in the night I've worked the piers I've raised a daughter And a little son How will we manage Without you? Without a father's love? Come home Come home Come home Come home I'm but a lonely woman Waiting at the moor To bring home my fisherman To Gloucester Harbor Shore