I saw three ships a sailing in 
From across the sea 
Strangers were [bad word] but for curiosity  [bad word] they did 
And when they did 
Ready they did stand 
And things would never be the same 
In our village on the sand

When the ships pulled in to dock the villagers did hide 
When trouble came it usually was brought upon the tide 
When the pirates disembarked they were making plans 
And from then on things were not the same 
In our village on the sand

The smugglers came into our town 
And many sought [bad word] 
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one 

Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand 
He was different than others in 
My village on the sand

He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas 
Then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy 
And when he had to leave again he asked me for my hand 
And I knew I'd never see again 
My village on the sand