Lyrics

THE BEACHCOMBER


Through the storms of winter
I have run aground
Washed up on some empty beach
To be lost and never found

Amongst the pebbles and the driftwood
Just another empty shell
Of a life that lost direction
Carried by the swell

She walks the beach at sunrise
Barefoot and intent
To gather up the empty shells
To find what God has sent

And maybe there amongst them
Will be one that takes her eye
That she alone can rescue
Before the turning of the tide

The lengthening shadows
And the change of season
The chill that blows cold
In the northern air

Predicating a future
Where nothing is certain
The passage of time
To who knows where?

The random chance of meeting
The choices to be made
The risk of imperfection
The destiny of fate

And I was there amongst them
Just another empty shell
That she could add to her collection
Until the next storm gathered well