An isle, a bright shining isle stands forever, alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
- 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 far away, '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.
Cliffs of white and trees of green
Children run and play, "My home land"
he cries and weeps, why so far away?
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.
- Such is life upon the isle, of torment and woe.
One day go
