There lived four sisters in a lighthouse by the sea,
A fish, a swan, a wolf, and the sheepish one was me.
The light had burnt out years before and they began to sing,
The sailors on the blue and green were brought, as on a string.
The wolf gave sailors welcome howls. The swan gave them her feathers.
I gave my fleecy wool and the fish gave sunken treasures.
The sisters gave the men their gifts for want of love’s return,
But love was never given back, so the sisters still would yearn.
Far away there walked a man around a lily lea.
He picked some flowers carefully and gave them to the sea.
Four lonely sisters, a fish, a wolf, a sheep and swan.
Floods beat against their tower. Time went on and on.
The flowers floated past the savage sharks and men o’ war.
One moonless night the sisters saw four lilies on the shore.
Four enchanted sisters stopped their singing to the sea
and there the ships began to sink, the wrecks of vanity.