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Last Song of the Keeper - Lighthouse Shanty

“Last Song of the Keeper” tells the story of a lonely lighthouse keeper standing against a deadly storm. As waves crash and the tower trembles, he refuses silence — answering the howling sea with the mournful voice of his accordion. This shanty blends maritime folklore, dark folk atmosphere, and storm-ridden emotion, painting a picture of isolation, courage, and stubborn human will. Each note becomes a beacon, each melody a shield against the roaring wind and the pull of the deep. 🪗🌪️ No crew. 🕯️ No escape. 🌊 Only music, light, and the sea. Lyrics: [Verse 1] On a cliff of stone where the cold waves climb, Stands a tower worn by salt and time. No road, no friend, no voice but the sea, And a lighthouse man with his old squeeze-key. [Verse 2] The wind tells tales of drowned men’s bones, Of shattered hulls and lost-crew groans. The keeper hears them every night, Still trims the wick, still guards the light. [Chorus] He plays, he plays through the thunder’s roar, Bellows crying like the dead offshore. While the storm screams loud, he will not flee, With his accordion and the burning beam. [Verse 3] The storm rolls in like a blackened wall, Waves strike high, the signal bells fall. The tower shakes, the windows bleed, But still he plays in minor key. [Verse 4] Fingers numb, breath torn apart, Salt in his eyes, fear in his heart. Yet every note cuts through the rain, A stubborn song against the pain. [Chorus] He plays, he plays through the thunder’s roar, Bellows crying like the dead offshore. While the storm screams loud, he will not flee, With his accordion and the burning beam. [Bridge] If the sea must take him, let it hear A final tune both sharp and clear. No silent death, no whispered end, But music howling with the wind. [Verse 5] At dawn the waves lie torn and still, Broken masts on the distant hill. The light yet burns, the storm is gone, And the keeper lives… and plays on. [Chorus] He played, he played through the night of fear, Till the sky grew pale and the coast was clear. Let sailors know, when storms run free, There’s hope in song and a steady beam.