She sat thinking under a black sky With a white child, a white child on her knee, Leaning to the dim, grim grey sea Into a silent sleep.
He lay wondering under the same coal sky What the white child and she had gone to see. It was the clouded and cold night, bright sea, A woman kneel where her child used to be.
While the wind will bring them secret tears Wash away their smiles in a rain across the sand. Seagulls take to a land where they'll not hear of his cries Nor see the fallen tears of the white child's eyes