By Pablo Rodriguez

I sit by the sea 
And let the waves talk to me 
With stories of days gone by 
About seafarers of old and sailors so bold 
And frigate birds high in the sky
  
The lapping of the waves 
Tell stories of better days 
When our people were free to roam 
Across oceans so wide 
With the wind and stars as our guide 
Looking for some place called home

Of mythical men 
We will never see again 
And gods that we once called our own 
And how the world came to be 
For people like me 
Where our spirits forever did roam

But the waves on the shore 
Do not seem the same any more 
Their stories are now full of horror
They are filled with a warning 
About global warming and its consequences 
Will we destroy this world like the one before
 
And so I still sit by the sea 
And let the waves talk to me 
With stories of days gone by 
About seafarers of old and sailors so bold 
And frigate birds high in the sky