N G R 16: Islands

Portuguese islands in the Atlantic Ocean.

An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face Tempest-tossed island, seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts The ones on their travels homeward from afar Well, this is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind long ago The albatross is flying, making him daydream The time before he became one of the world's unseen Princess in the tower, children in the fields Life gave him it all, an island of the universe Now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog He sets the sails one last time, saying "farewell" to the world Anchor to the water, seabed far below Grass still in his feet, and a smile beneath his brow This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago So long ago So long ago This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago So long ago