Born the only daughter of a farmer
I could never work that rocky plain
So I found myself a husband I could fend for
I took Matilda Winter as my name
Did what he asked, came when he called
I never really loved that man at all
Helped him raise his sons and work his mill
But I came to live my life for Monday mornings
And climbing to a lighthouse on a hill
I delivered flour to the keeper
He kept the light above the Hooper Strait
And Mondays at the wet end of the walkway
The keeper's daughter Georgia held the gate
Never said a word, she took me by the hand
Didn't take long for me to understand
Guess I finally found what I was looking for
The keeper kept his eye on the North Atlantic
You know he never saw the trouble on the shore
I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Before I put my foot in the water
I didn't know what my poor heart was for
I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Praise to the waves, the waves that brought her
These same waves that wash me from her shore
I remember Georgia in the lamproom
Polishing the storm panes in her dress
Rowing her two brothers to the schoolhouse
I spent that summer trying to love her less
Milller's at the mill and his wife's not home
It didn't take long for his thoughts to roam
It led him to the lighthouse and her gate
Well he tore me from the arms of Georgia Norwood
And he threw me form the cliffs at Hooper Strait
Where I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Before I put my foot in the water
I didn't know what my poor heart was for
I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Praise to the waves, the waves that brought her
These same waves that wash me from her shore
It used to be a bonfire on a hillside
Before my father's people built the tower
Before Commander Norwood lit the lantern
Before my Georgia baked the miller's flour
Oh the ocean looks so peaceful from the lighthouse
You can hardly see the shoal beneath the swell
You can only hear the roar of the North Atlantic
You know you'll never hear the tale I have to tell
'Cause I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Before I put my foot in the water
I didn't know what my poor heart was for
I fell for the lighthouse daughter
Praise to the waves, the waves that brought her
These same waves that wash me from her shore