I think if you've lived the average life, And been fair to everyone, 'Twill matter little what you have done Or what you have left undone When you sail by the South West Cape of Life Where the baffling West Winds blow, By the reefs of Doubt that run far out To a Lighthouse sadly low. The low Lighthouse, The low Lighthouse, To a Lighthouse sadly low. But 'twill matter a lot the brave, wise words, The words that you left unsaid — The kind, forgiving, repentant words That you can't say when you're dead; How many hearts, and one, they'd help You'll surely never know, Till your pride has died when the waves break wide Out there by the Lighthouse low, By the low Lighthouse, The low Lighthouse, By the Lighthouse sadly low There were "straight wire" scrawls from the good old mate And the mate that I never met; Perhaps in an outback hell they wait, For a line from the "inside" yet; And I lie and think in Hospital here With aching limbs and brow How she begged for a sign, if only a line -- And I wish I could write it now. Near the low Lighthouse, The low Lighthouse, Down here near the Lighthouse low. I think if you've lived the average life, And been fair to everyone, 'Twill matter little what you have done Or what you have left undone When you sail by the South West Cape of Life Where the baffling West Winds blow, By the reefs of Doubt that run far out Near the low Lighthouse, The low Lighthouse, When I've rounded the Lighthouse low.