A man sits alone frail and decaying On the edge of a wharf silently praying
His life hanging loose off the ends of his bones He dreams of the day on the sea he may roam
He once had a love a beauty I'm told He gave her his heart but Poseidon took hold
His beard has grown gray in wretched despair He curses the ocean and longs for her there
Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams Hold tight to your dearest memories You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong This tale is but a portsman's reverie
A fog blankets in and smothers the moor When through the thick mist a shape most obscure
From darkness she came with delicate step Across mirrored water she quietly crept
As the woman drew nigh the portsman took heed her soft voice familiar to the ocean she'd lead
His beloved now close so haunting her face as the waves cover both in eternal embrace
Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams Hold tight to your dearest memories You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong This tale is but a portsman's reverie