We came down to the shore
Always some desperate people there
Anywhere people congregate for pleasure
They'll go hunting for treasure
Come one, come all, fortune-seeking brothers
Pick up the faint, faint scent
Of the faith of our fathers
Their names were known once to me
I hear them sometimes on the Song of the Sea
Take note of what will be gone
In the blink of an eye
The blue, blue water
The bone-white sky
You can set your watch by these guys
We will be high on the highway
Before they've even opened their eyes
Picture them scouring the sanctuary
Looking for gold
It never gets old
But there is no gold and there is no silver
And the South takes what the North delivers
Reverse the circuit sometimes
Every couple seasons
Remember our grandfathers
Whenever we need a reason
Take note of what will be gone
In the blink of an eye
The blue, blue water
The bone-white sky
Yeah