When you return to the sea
Your friend still dreaming under the tree
Packet of letters on his knee
To You

He and his loyal dog
Sandy coast in the morning fog
Hoping eyes are waiting
For You

Bitter cracks on cold lips
Little birds singing on big trees
Smokin embers of yesterday's fire 
Covered with dew

Young fingers in the sand
Dreams revolve around his head
And his soul still panting
Of you