The waves pull in and the waves pull out
And the sea\'s hand cups your sturdy boat
I cannot take to the sea to roam
So must walk back in the dust alone
Back on the path that leads to home
And turning there hear the gulls far cries
As time and circumstance separates lives
You have no choice you have to go
I have no choice life welds it so
And the sun will set and the sun will rise
And the clouds change shapes
And the winds will sigh