Scatter Flowers on the Waves by Mary Brooks
Scatter Flowers on the Waves
by Mary Brooks
Scatter Flowers on the Waves;
there our fathers found their graves,
Brothers, sons and husbands sleep;
Strew your garlands o'er the deep.
Ebbing tides of summer day,
Bear these blossoms on their way,
North and east to bank and coast
Where they lie whom we love most.
Christ, who shared the fisher's lot,
Marks each grave a sacred spot;
He will guard each wave-washed bed
Till the sea gives up its dead.
Source: American Seamen Vol IV, Number 2 Spring 1944
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