When birdsong’s mere monotony
And trees are boring botany
When skies are lined with lead
And moon is bleeding red
I long and yearn for yesterday
Before my lovebird sailed away
Across the ocean blue
When I still loved her true
When stars are spots of leprosy
And words like \'bliss\' and \'ecstasy\'
Lie empty like a shell
Ice cold as Dante’s Hell
It’s then I seek the sounding sea
Where love I lost she waits for me
Beside her watery grave
Watched o’er by wind and wave