Moonfleet Beach is a terror of the sea And most deadly when a southwestern gale Wakes the anger of the wave from its own easy sleep And I'm the only man who's made it out alive to tell the tale I was an orphan boy of fifteen years old When Elsevier took me to his home I still wonder if he knew As he kept me from the cold That later saving my life He would forfeit his own When the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds They hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea While the rhythm of the wave pounds steady in their heads They thank god they're not fighting for their lives On Moonfleet Beach Elsevier was like a good father to me We got closer and closer each day But soon times got hard And we had nothing for our bread and meat So we left our home, condemned the Roman and find ourselves a way With nowhere else to turn we joined with a contraband And listened on the deck with the crew To the captain as he said "We'll need every last man to do their best Now raise the sails, we have a dangerous job to do" We had a smooth trip there Unloaded and left the pier But Elsevier lay heavy on the rail He said: "Son look yonder there! Our doom is surely near Can't ya feel it, hear it, blow a strong southwestern gale?" We were blown to the dreaded beach A rope of straw within our reach From the people that had gathered from the town Elsevier grabbed it in his hand And started making for the land But he looked and saw that I was almost drowned He left the rope to rescue me They pulled me out of the dreadful sea I looked for Elsevier but he couldn't be found When the storms blow hard I lie awake at night And think about the one father I've known He saved my soul by giving up his life Just like Him who died to give us our eternal hope When the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds They hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea While the rhythm of the wave pounds steady in their heads They thank god they're not fighting for their lives On Moonfleet Beach