I'm on a ship looking out to sea,
"Lonely girl" is what captain calls me.
Every day I sit and look on out,
And see gray fog without a doubt.
The crewmen are rude, they chew tobacco and snigger,
They laugh at me and point their fingers.
"You're not a princess" they laugh and say,
"You aren't a King's daughter. Just run off and play."
They don't care for me or what I do.
They just jest and tease when their work is through.
Everyday I stand out by the railing and look
For some glimmer of hope like in my fairy tale book.
So far none has come but maybe tomorrow is the day,
When I shall see my father and rejoice in his glorious ray.
The captain laughs and mocks me, "You'll never get back home.
"The King will never see you with your rags and dirty some."
Still I stand and watch for the glimmer of the light,
To bring the ship into port, I can hardly wait for the sight.
A lighthouse with a blinking light,
Yellow and shining, oh so bright.