I will always return to the sea
I will never tire of the tides
I cannot forget
The ebb and the flow
The drawing back
And the rolling in

For I am a man of the sea
I am briny and shaggy and old
The blue in my eyes
Is drawn from the depths
And the brown of my hide
Scooped from the beds

I will always return to the sea
I will never tire of the tides
I cannot forget
The ebb and the flow
The drawing back
And the rolling in

My wiry beard is woven from weeds
My bones are welded stones
My hands are like starfish
And my feet like rocks
My breath is the gush
And the rush of the foam

I will always return to the sea
I will never tire of the tides
I cannot forget
The ebb and the flow
The drawing back
And the rolling in

If I should fall right off this earth
And my shoulders collapse from the strain
Then burn me through
Collect up my ashes
And scatter me onto the waves

For I am a man of the sea
I am briny and shaggy and old
The blue in my eyes
Is drawn from the depths
And the brown of my hide
Scooped from the beds

I will always return to the sea
I will never tire of the tides
I cannot forget
The ebb and the flow
The drawing back
And the rolling in