Mother, I wrote a song beneath the hazed stars
Sipping on some scotch and playing my guitar with a broken heart
Mother, I met a girl, and she is so pretty
And I know that you taught me chivalry
But things aren't what they used to be
Oh mother, romance is lost at sea

She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind
Like a butterfly, she will fly away
Far away into the sea

Mother, I wrote a song beside the ocean waves
Sitting in the sand with a cigarette in hand and a broken heart
Mother, I met a girl, and she is a princess wearing green
Like the colors of an early spring
But the years aren't what they used to seem
Oh mother, romance is lost at sea

She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind
Like a butterfly, she will fly away
Far away into the sea

Mother, I saw a boat in the distance
And I'm not the jealous type, but this time it was different
It would rock me to sleep with its sweetness and carry me
Carry me away from my weakness