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Mystic ocean of sorrow,
Will there be a tomorrow?
Yet I've watched for day and night,
No home is there in sight.
No home is there in sight.
You've taken my Jenny Lynn,
And you spit her out again;
And now you are calm as glass,
My grieving will not pass.
My grieving will not pass.
So this is solitude,
Where dark and blue collide;
The moon and the stars my companions,
Though they're not by my side.
Blue devil of deception,
There is blood upon your sword;
Rise up from the water,
And take me to my Lord.
And take me to my Lord.
Pierce my beating heart,
For I don't wish to live;
She took my Jenny Lynn,
What more can I give?
What more can I give?
So this is solitude,
Where death and blue collide;
The moon and the stars my companions,
Though they're not by my side.
Many days gone by,
I got no tears left to cry;
I sit upon a - a piece of her,
Blue devil, tell me why.
Blue devil, tell me why.
Jenny Lynn struck a reef,
No more will she rise;
And if you find my body,
You will see her in my eyes.
You will see her in my eyes.
You will see her in my eyes.
You will see her in my eyes.
Joseph Cormier notes that the blue devil is a swordfish in this lament for the fictitious Jenny Lynn, wrecked upon the North Atlantic.
