Father Neptune Connie Converse

When my man goes to sea
He steps so high and free
I think I know as I watch him go that he has no need for me
For me

And when my man comes home
And waits a while to roam
I think I see when he smiles at me that he's dreaming of the foam
The foam

I'm not a pious Christian
I do not go to mass
But I pray to Father Neptune
To let him safely pass

I sing to the God with the three pronged rod
And the whiskers wild and free
That I've got a man with a beard and tan
And a passion for the sea

He rides through the storm, and the cold and the warm
And he loves to risk his neck
And I like to know when he goes below
That it's just below the deck

Oh Neptune, Father Neptune
I tell you fair and true
That if you should lose my sailor
I'll sing no more to you