born the only daughter of a farmer i could never work that rocky plain i found myself a husband i could fend for i took matilda winter as my name i did what he asked and i came when he called i never really loved that man at all helped him raise his sons and work his mill i came to live my life on monday morning climbing to a lighthouse on a hill i delivered flour to the keeper he kept the light above the hooper strait on mondays at the wet end of the walkway the keeper s daughter georgia held the gate she never said a word she took me by the hand it didnt take long for me to understand i d finally found what i was looking for the keeper kept his eye on the north atlantic you know he never saw the trouble on the shore i fell for the lighthouse daughter before i put my foot in the water i didn t know what my poor heart was for i fell for the lighthouse daughter praise to the waves the waves that brought her these same waves that wash me from her shore i remember georgia in the lamp room polishing the storm panes in her dress rowing her two brothers to the schoolhouse i spent that summer trying to love her less millers at the mill and his wife s not home it didn t take long for his thoughts to roam it led him to the lighthouse and her gate well he tore me from the arms of georgia norwood and he threw me from the cliffs of hooper s strait  where i fell for the lighthouse daughter before i put my foot in the water i didn t know what my poor heart was for i fell for the lighthouse daughter praise to the waves the waves that brought her these same waves that wash me from her shore it used to be a bonfire on a hillside before my father s people built the tower before commander norwood lit the lantern before my georgia baked the miller s flour well the ocean it looks so peaceful from the lighthouse you can hardly see the shoal beneath the swell well you can only hear the roar of the north atlantic you know you ll never hear the tale i have to tell cause i fell for the lighthouse daughter before i put my foot in the water i didnt know what my poor heart was for i fell for the lighthouse daughter praise to the waves the waves that brought her these same waves that wash me from her shore i fell for the lighthouse daughter before i put my foot in the water i didn t know what my poor heart was for i fell for the lighthouse daughter praise to the waves the waves that brought her these same waves that wash me from her shore