When night comes down upon the Chesapeake,
And on the bay the moon rides full and high;
Beside you I should dream nor care to speak,
Our hearts and souls should talk and make reply.
When on the shining track our eyes should roam,
Our thoughts go hand in hand the lambent way;
We'd turn no longing thoughts toward house or home --
Our dearer home is here beside the bay.
Raise me a tent beside this shining shore,
Whereon in storms the waves their vengeance wreak;
Give me my love and wave and forest-lore
And long sweet hours upon the Chesapeake.