Oh, grey friend
Please stay a while
Rest from the salty skies
Tell me tales
Of things you've seen
Far from your shells and bones
Have you seen this girl I knew?
If you see her won't you wish her well?
Does she think of me
When wind makes the wires moan?

It's a good thing
It's a good, good thing
It's a good thing that you came by

Oh, grey friend
I like it here
I have no wish to be found
Let's watch the rocks where the ocean boils
Where the person I once was drowned
Oh, and I'm still wild
I'm still wild for her
If you see her won't you let her know?
I hope to see you once again upon some hidden isle
Goodbye