Along the seashore rising and cold, a withered face in the wind
An old man waiting for the end of his day at side on the softing waves
The lot of memories in his hands
A long way home to innocence
The sailor and the sea
The sailor and the sea
Time has come and the entering tights, a thousand steps in the sand
Unarmed he\'s taking by 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 it\'s just a sea
The sailor and the sea
The sailor and the sea
And in the end we all are in, the sailor and the sea
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