No Roses

No crosses mark the ocean waves

no monuments of stone,

no roses grow on Sailor's graves,

the sailor rests alone.

His tributes are the Sea Gull's sweeps,

forever wild and free...

and teardrops that a sweetheart weeps

to mingle with the sea.

No crosses mark the ocean waves, 
no monuments of stone.
No roses grow on sailor's graves,
the Sailor rests alone,
His tributes are the sea gulls' sweeps,
forever wild and free
and teardrops that a sweetheart weeps,
to mingle with the sea.