He stands at shore alone
as the wind blew from the east
and breathes the salty air.
He wandered lonely as a cloud
floating through her breast
of what has happened unaware.
As he died six years ago
by an incurable mysterious disease
he was just about to merry his sweet young bride
on white linen he rest by funeral bells
“Our love will never cease!”
He gazed as he drifted with tide.
Wavecrest…with night tide we ride
Wavecrest…guide us through the storm
Wavecrest…to a land beyond the horizon
Each day she went to his grave
to the cemetery by the sea.
And laid a rose down at his stone
he was watching her face through the mud
heard her lament and plea
through a maggot veil
in silence alone.
Each day the sea eats a piece of the land
until his grave will tumble and fall.
Each night the storm erodes the reef
until their wedding day will come…
where tombstones stand wild and tall.