The Lone Rock By The Sea - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Lone Rock by the Sea. 
Oh! tell me not the woods are fair, Now Spring is on her way; Well, well, I know how brightly there In joy the young leaves play. How sweet, on winds on morn or eve, The violet's breath may be; You ask me, woo me not to leave My lone rock by the sea.-(Repeat last two lines.) 
The wild waves' thunder on the shore. The curlew's restless cries, Unto my watching heart are more Than "all earth's melodies. Come back, my ocean rover, come! There's but one place for me, Till I can greet thy swift sail home, My lone rock by the sea.-(Repeat last two lines.)