Your eyes I see in the evening sky,
watching me as I wonder by,
I hear your voice in the warm spring breeze,
taunting me through the fading trees.
No ship is left to bear me home,
No friend is here where I must roam…
I see your face in the shadows of sleep,
treasured images I long to keep,
Wandering again back to the sea,
a familiar path I often seek.
No pass is left for me to find…
No solution to my immortal bind…
Here at the end I fall on my knees,
on the shores of Ulmo’s dark seas,
But for the relief of my tortured mind,
I beg for mercy from my sentenced bind.
No mercy is there far in the west…
So here it is I am forever left.