At night I look from my window And I see lights like sequins Spattered on black velvet, Stretching far into the distance, Flickering and glistening. And beyond There is darkness, and that is the sea.
On clear days I look from my window And I see cows in a field, and sometimes sheep. There is a windmill, clean and white, in the distance, Standing proudly upon a hill. I see clusters of trees, And across the rooftops of the town, Sparkling in the distance, I can see the sea.
I look down from my window When the mist rolls in from the main. The wooded hills, the fields and the rooftops Disappear, cloaked by a swirling shroud. But there is a secret hidden from view, Unseen in the distance there is the sea.