When I was a young lad of twenty-three, by the sea,
I saw a pretty young lass;
Her eyes were so blue as she looked at me, shyfully,
Then let the moment pass.
I walked to the place where she sipped her tea, quietly,
Then saw her rest on the sand;
Her eyes were so blue as she greeted me, gracefully,
Then she did take my hand.
We talked 'til the sun slid behind the sea, skillfully,
Walked through the cooling salt air;
A year and a day she did marry me, solemly,
Never was one so fair.
Now I am an old man of eighty-three, by the sea,
Still with my beautiful lass;
Her eyes are so blue as she looks at me, lovingly,
While fleeting moments pass.