The waves crash hard on the rocks below,
At Peggy's Cove, where lost souls go.
They say her heart belongs to the sea,
A warning whispered on the breeze — (beware what love can be.)
I sailed too close to Peggy's shore,
Drawn by a light I'd never seen before.
Her voice like the wind through Cape Breton's trees,
Calling me closer with soft melodies.
Eyes as deep as the midnight tide,
Her love promised — then slipped outside.
Peggy's ghost haunts the harbor lights,
(Where lost hearts wander through restless nights)
A love so sweet, but it won't last long,
(Like the ebbing tide that pulls you along.)
Follow her voice, and you'll drift too far,
(Chasing a love as fleeting as a falling star.)
Her dress danced white on the wind's embrace,
Salt on her lips, no time, no trace.
She kissed me soft beneath the lighthouse beam,
But love with a ghost is only a dream.
The fog rolled in, she slipped from view,
Left me alone with the cold sea's blue.
They warned me once — don't heed her song,
Her love's a current pulling all too strong.
At Peggy's Cove, the sea takes its toll,
On those who give her their heart and soul.
Peggy's ghost haunts the harbor lights,
(Where lost hearts wander through restless nights)
A love so sweet, but it won't last long,
Like the ebbing tide that pulls you along.
Follow her voice, and you'll drift too far,
Chasing a love as fleeting as a falling star.
Who sees Peggy dancing in the spray?
Sailors lost to the sea's dark sway.
What price to love a ghost, so rare?
A heart adrift, caught unaware.
Beware the cove, and heed the sign —
Peggy's ghost takes what's not hers to find.
Peggy's ghost haunts the harbor lights,
Where lost hearts wander through restless nights.
Her touch is soft, but it slips away,
Like the morning mist at the break of day.
Follow her voice, and you'll drift too far,
Chasing a love as fleeting as a falling star.
At Peggy's Cove, where the winds run wild,
Her love is sweet but never mild.
Sail on, sailor, don't lose your way,
Or Peggy's ghost will make you stay.