Even though voices be quiet
Slumbering in deep-sea trenches
One can hear [bad word] thunder
Merging into the endless skies

Dancing for joy
In a wind of splendour
That will keep blowing
Forevermore

Crawling through waves, pebbles and seaweed
Entwined amongst the sand
Shades of the unknown with no equation
Shells on the wasteland
From the floor of the ocean, fathoms of greatness,
place where no man can be

The [bad word] of the ocean
The open space
Light out, wanderlust
Forevermore

Restless souls of sailors of days gone-by
Keep Wandering in liquid peace
Deep in the dark, ploughing the sea
Reach out to eternity
And none of them will call the beasts
Other than by their own [bad word] name

The widow will wait
For the sun [bad word] out
The ocean will be
Forevermore

Ancient monsters, fairy fish
Will arise from the dawn of time
Some of them threatened
Some extinct, dissolved in mystery

Shipwrecks and prayers
Banners of old
Storms and man
Forevermore

Ancient monsters, fairy fish
Will arise from the dawn of time
Some of them threatened
Some extinct, dissolved in mystery
Many more will be spared
To tell the endless tale of water and man
Of giving and taking, teaching and learning
Of hunters and of prey

Dancing for joy
In a wind of splendour
That will be blowing
Forevermore