An old man standing on the shore
Watched the raging ocean beneath

He seemed to have lived for a hundred years
Peering into the dark
Day after [bad word] his lighthouse
Brightest of all the stars

Old man, keeper of the light
Guiding blind ships in the night
“I won`t part with my tower
When my time [bad word] , he said

Who could think his words were [bad word] On the day the old man died
His lighthouse vanished too

He seemed to have lived for a hundred years
Peering into the dark
Day after [bad word] his lighthouse
Brightest of all the stars

Old man, keeper of the light
Guiding blind ships in the night
“I won`t part with my tower
When my time [bad word] , he said