Some love the sea when the sun is high,
Shining white on the golden sand;
But I love the sea when the scarlet sky
Is losing the sun to the land.
Some love the sea when the children play
In the surf that breaks on the shore;
But I love the sea at the close of day,
When the salt-breeze sweeps over the moors.
Some love the sea when the waves are still,
When the water is peaceful and warm;
But I love the sea when the winds are shrill
And the waves toss and turn in the storm.
Some love the sea when the carefree crowds
Bask in the sun and the foam;
But I love the sea under pale grey clouds,
When I walk by the ocean alone.
