The night was thick, I thought, woe is me; as the ship was tossed, on the angry sea.
Then I saw, the lighthouse beam; as it pierced the night, with a silver sheen.
Lighthouse, lighthouse, with your light so bright; thank you for guiding, our ship tonight.
Safe at last, safe at last, in the harbor at last; now protected from the storm, all our troubles were past.
How many ships had seen the light, I wonder how many more; had narrowly missed the jagged rocks, that rise up along the shore.
If the light had not been burning, I know where I'd be; with my ship and shipmates, at the bottom of the sea.
Bless the man that walks the stairs, up to the lighthouse top; and keeps the light shining, and saves mariners from the rock.
Little appreciation, does he ever know; few come to thank him; in his home below.
Bless him for his service, bless him for his labors; bless him for his light so bright, because he loved his neighbors.
Some men are like lighthouses, they shine very bright; they show the way to others, who journey through the night.
The stars are like lighthouses, God has placed, on high; to give wonderful starlight, to unseen travelers in the sky.