I stand by the shores with fettered feet
As I watch you sail away
With not a care, not a promise, nor a look of longing
I wonder if you ever wished to stay.
‘Tis my nature to drift my love, I have no feet
I sail with the winds, gentle at times, sometimes they roar
I hear you sometimes calling in the night, when the seas foam and froth
Wishing I could see you but once, waiting at the shore.