Along the seashore, rousing and cold

A withered face in the wind

An old man waiting for the end of his tale

His sight on the soughing waves.

The load of memories in his hands

A long way home to innocence.

The sailor and the sea.

Time has gone like the altering tides

A thousand steps in the sand

An unmistakable proof of his life

Of all what he had once been.

He walks away from a young boy's dream

And all that's left is just the sea.

The sailor and the sea.

And in the end we all are him

The sailor and the sea...