I see a sea
of ebony,
with aspen trees,
upon the shore.

The waves crash down,
and all around
are evening sounds,
upon the shore.

I'm on the sand,
and at my hand
a castle stands,
upon the shore.

And here I'll lie,
no more to cry,
alone to die,
upon the shore.

When god made you,
he made me too,
and all things true,
upon the shore.