A beacon of hope and guidance, always
Perched upon a hill over yonder
In all of its red and white striped pride.
Having assisted lost souls miles away at sea
For many decades at a time.
It's just over yonder. Do you see it?

Even when present underneath the fierce rays of a scorching sun,
It never fatigues, constantly determined
To remain upon its curved hill for all eternity.
Even when battered by freezing winds, it
Has lost neither its profound determination nor its bravery.
It's just over yonder. Do you see it?

An old story towering above roaring waves,
Never dull with its ancient purpose
To guide weary sailors back home
To their beloved families.
How bold this speckled tower is, willing
To stand its ground upon the hill until it fades away with age.
It's just over yonder. Do you see it?