In a dream once I saw her,
turn the sight from a lover.
Seven tears she was crying,
seven tears to the wind.
And the sea all around her,
make her feel so alone.
Just a word would have help her,
but the moment has gone.
When he walked she was missing,
as the son was rising,
throwing light all about him.
Shadows told in the sand.
Seven ages he called her.
Seven ages her name.
As the night fell upon him,
I could still hear him call.
In this wait, time escapes us.
Winds will change all about us.
Sea, the wait will divide us,
as we fall to the shore.
So, possess every moment.
Don’t let love be denied you,
for its magic will hold you.
So, we don’t ask for more.
No, we don’t ask for more.