A man sits alone Frail and decaying On the edge of a wharf Silently praying His life hanging loose Off the ends of his bones He dreams of the day On the sea he may roam He once had a love A beauty I'm told He gave her his heart But Poseidon took hold His beard has grown gray In wretched despair He curses the ocean And longs for her there Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams Hold tight to your dearest memories You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong This tale is but a portsman's reverie A fog blankets in And smothers the moor When through the thick mist A shape most obscure From darkness she came With delicate step Across mirrored water She quietly crept As the woman drew nigh The portsman took heed Her soft voice familiar To the ocean she'd lead His beloved now close So haunting her face As the waves cover both In eternal embrace Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams Hold tight to your dearest memories You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong This tale is but a portsman's reverie