Tears sting my weary, aching eyes
As I lie upon this linen white bed
The sea roars, the wild gull cries
Those thoughts eddy in my head
Ten thousand blessed memories
And yet I dream of the accursed one
My only comfort is the silver seas
As wraiths swirl, without moon or sun
Ancient wraiths, black and cold
My nightmares are my dreams
And waking memories new and old
Make things not what they seem
Grey eyed sons, blue eyed daughter
Grey and blue, blue and grey
Mingles into silver-blue sea water
And grey ships call night and day