Grey, Gaunt and crumbling with age,
Upon The Greenland Sward,
Stands the pilot's Watchtower
A sentinel and guard.
Where are the watchmen:
Who around the tower have stood,
Some are on the deep dark Sea
Home sailing in the flood.
Some beyond the pale have gone
Where all good seamen go.
Where the Master Pilot watching
Guides the mariner below.
The old tower still is standing,
Through the Storm and the Spray
And the Pilot he is watching,
For a green light on the Bay.
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