Small. A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain all his life. His punishment for
evermore, to attend the eternal light.
The lighthouse, tall and brilliant white, which stands at the end of the world. Protecting ships and sailors too, from rock they could be hurled .Yet nothing comes and nothing goes 'sept the bright blue sea.Which stretches near and faraway, 't is all our man can see.
Though, one day, up high on rock, a bird did perch and cry.An albatross, he shot a glance,
and wondered deeply, why? Could it be a watcher sent? A curse sent from the Gods,
who sits and cries and stares at him, the life that they have robbed.
Each year it comes to watch over him, the creature from above.Not a curse but a reminder of the woman that he loved.- Oh weary night, under stars, he'd lay and gaze. .Up towards the moon and stars.The suns dying haze .
Time and again, Orion's light filled our man with joy. Within the belt, he'd see his love,
remembering her voice .
The twinkle from the stars above bled peace into his heart As long as she looks down on him
he knows they'll never part , One day good, one day bad ,The madness, the heat, the sun,Out to sea, he spies upon land.His beloved Albion.
Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,he runs towards the sea.To risk his life, a worthy cause,for home he would be.Into the sea, deep and blue,the waters wash him clean.Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.And Albion a dream.
The light at the end of the world ,burns bright for mile and mile,Yet tends the man, its golden glow,in misery all the while?
For fifty years he stands and waits,atop the light, alone.Looking down upon his isle , the Gods have made his home The watcher at the end of the world,through misery does defile.
Remembers back to that single night, and allows a tiny smile.
His sacrifice was not so great,he insists upon the world.Again he would crime, Again he would pay,for one moment with the girl .
Her hair, long and black it shone,The dark, beauty of her eyes,Olive skin and warm embrace,
her memory never dies.
Twas years ago, he remembers clear the life they once did live. Endless love and lust for life, they promised each would give.
Alas, such love and laughter too, was short as panting breath For one dark night, her soul
was kissed by the shade of death. Away from man and life and love. Alone you will be.On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle in the middle of the sea.'
'I'll tend the light, for one more night with the woman whom I love', screamed the man, with tearful eyes, o the deity above . And so it was that very night his lover did return.
To his arms and to their bed , together they did turn.
In deepest love and lust and passion , entwined they did fall.Lost within each other's arms
- Long was the night filled with love . For them the world was done. Awoke he did to brightest light, his woman and life had gone.
To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.The price is paid and from now on , he lives forever alone. Fifty years have passed since then and not a soul has he seen. but his woman lives with him still in every single dream.
'Tis sad to hear how young love has died to know that, alone, someone has cried.
but memories are ours to keep.To live them again, in our sleep.-