Waves of silver, waves of gold,
Stories that the tides have told.
Sailors rest where seabirds fly,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
The sea on every side I roam,
In salt and spray I find my home.
From dawn’s first light to evening’s star,
The ocean’s song is never far.
Horizon calls with voice so deep,
Where waking worlds and dreaming sleep.
The sea on every side I know—
Its ebb and flow, its to and fro.