Slowly I tread upon the sand
And smell the salty breeze of the sea
It comforts me and holds me in
I’ve known the sea since I was three…

It has some visitors; from far and near
And I greet them all just the same
They want to know my darkest secrets
But I can only tell them my name…

They share my sand and I let them walk
They share a chunk of themselves too
I smile, I listen, and I care for them
But only until I can bid them adieu…

For how do I tell them, that the sea is mine?
It may take more than enough of me to share
It will care for them, and calm their fears
But I couldn’t let them make their houses there…

Not because I want it all to myself
But ‘cos a deep bond runs through both of us
It carves down deep in its bottomless beds
And it runs within me and the years that have passed…