Above the Ocean

By the sea, down the old road, the winding lane I love to see the seagulls fly and sing the sweet refrain Beneath the bows of trees that twist and twirl and carry on I love to hear the branches read the epitaphs of time long gone Though the sand may wash away the things that people do It can return to open sea, where it was born into So, after many years of traveling the world around It may return to see the beach it left, the sandy ground Below the surface, whirling tides may ebb and flow and move Stronger than the hands of Men, which tear at every earthly groove And at the top the surface sailors tremble, fearing wind and rain That the sea will swallow them and cast aside the ocean's chain Cast aside the chain