I want to see the sea once more;

I want to sit down by the shore.

I want to see the moon, so bright,

Illuminate the beach by night.

 

I want to feel again the breeze

Caress my face and sway the trees;

I want to breathe the salty air

I want to feel the sea at prayer.

 

I want to see the little ships

Returning from hair-raising trips;

The rugged crews to disembark

And unload cargoes for a lark.

 

I want to spy the coastal town

Grow dim each time the lights go down;

I want to see the lighthouse blink

The beach huts painted shocking pink.

 

I want the world to spread its wings,

To go to where the seabird sings,

To float in silence and, becalmed,

To spend what’s left in peace, unarmed.