| Jackie left on a cold, dark night, |
| Telling me he'd be home. |
| Sailed the seas for a hundred years, |
| Leaving me all alone. |
| |
| And I've been dead for twenty years, |
| I've been a-washing the sand with my ghostly tears, |
| Searching the shores for my Jackie, oh. |
| |
| I remember the day when the young men came. |
| Said, "Your Jackie's gone; he got lost in the rain." |
| And I ran to the beach and laid me down. |
| |
| "You're all wrong," I said, and they stared at the sand, |
| "That man knows that sea like the back of his hand. |
| He'll be back sometime, laughing at you." |
| |
| And I've been waiting all this time |
| For my man to come take his hand in mine, |
| And lead me away to unseen shores. |
| |
| I've been a-washing the sand with my salty tears, |
| Searching the shore for these long years, |
| And I'll walk the sea forevermore, |
| 'Til I find my Jackie, oh, |
| 'Til I find my Jackie, oh, |
| 'Til I find my Jackie, oh, |
| Jackie, oh, |
| Jackie, oh, |
| Jackie, oh. |
