The wind is a'whipping through the open doors 
Speaking of the sea and the rolling' waves 
Maybe there's a ship at the bottom now 
or [bad word] on the surface with a cry for help 
Wish I could forget and let the years go by 
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you 

Twenty years ago it was a howling storm 
as the voice of a god from a great beyond 
I was standing on the shore as the sky grew dark 
with a hand on a bible and a hand on my heart 
Wish I could forget and let the years go by 
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you 

Because all I have left is the voice of the wind 
Blowing through the doors of our house 

The sun was drying up the rain in our sky 
Shining gold in our sails and our hearts standing by 
Remember what they're singing on their way to the sea: 
“Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye for me” 

Wish I could forget and let the years go by 
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you 

Empty were the coffins and the house where we lived 
as the grave that I dug by our place on the beach 
How I wish the water could be poured out of the sea 
so I can go and get you back ashore with me 

Wish I could forget and let the years go by 
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you