The Islander
An old man by a sea shore at the end of dayGazes the horizon with seawinds in his faceTempest-tossed island, seasons all the sameAnchorage unpainted and a ship without a name
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheardHe lightens the beacon, light at the end of worldShowing the way lighting hope in their heartsThe ones on their travels homeward from afar
This is for long-forgottenLight at the end of the worldHorizon cryingThe tears he left behind long ago
The albatross is flying, making him daydreamThe time before he became one of the world's unseenPrincess in the tower, children in the fieldsLife gave him it all: an island of the universe
Now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fogHe sets the sails one last time saying farewell to the worldAnchor to the water, seabed far belowGrass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow
This is for long-forgottenLight at the end of the worldHorizon cryingThe tears he left behind so long ago
This is for long-forgottenLight at the end of the worldHorizon cryingThe tears he left behind so long ago