My grandfather lives by the ocean
By the waves and the wind and the rain
In a house that I always did know as a child
And I thought that it never would change

But the years have been gently prevailing
The wind has been waging a war
And the color has slowly been fading away
From the paint on my grandfather's door

Now the cold rushes into my grandfather’s house
With the wind running wild from the shore
Making creaks in the rafters and window panes
As it blows through the door

My grandfather looks to the ocean
At a power that he once would defy
’Til he found that her breezes could take him away
From the cold of a darkening sky.

Now my grandfather laughs
On the edge of the world
As the ships disappear in the sun
Where the star-twinkle lights
Are the window panes
Of a world just begun

My grandfather waits by the ocean And so he will ever remain ’Til the wind comes to carry him over the sea To a house that will never be changed

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