The air is cool the water warm the sun begins to creep
beneath the vivid streak of light where it lies down to sleep
Behind the fading radiant ball, the stars begin to rise
The little boy lets out a yawn and rubs his dreary eyes
And with the stars, the moon comes up and stops to say hello
It fills the sky with humble light and shines a pretty glow
A boat sails by, it’s heading home
The crashing water starts to foam
And salty air comes from far out
He breathes it in and blows it out
The pleasant breeze it fills his lungs
The salty taste clings to his tongue
On his feet, the boy begins to feel the sand cool down
The air’s now cold against his skin and so he turns around
He walks along the damp and dreary shoreline on the beach
The light at home is not too far and right within his reach
He walks right up the cottage steps
His eyes feel as though they’re made of lead
He slumps himself right into bed
And drifts off into sleep