Oh,
Where the sun and the moon rise above
The horizon of the deep green sea
In the shoreland the winds had grown
Much stronger than the day before
And the seagulls swaying in the wind
Brave the terror in their dignity
Some will chatter and some will wail
But a storm blows their cries away
Once the air had grown eerily still
The sweet odours of silence rose We all knew it's the
calm before the storm A cunning lullaby in disguise
And the seagulls swaying in the wind
Brave the terror in their dignity
Some will chatter and some will wail
But a storm blows their cries away
The wild flood beating at the crooked old tree
The gentle breeze turned into a game
We hear the ever sounding grave of
the sea And the sky went dark and grey
And the seagulls swaying in the wind
Brave the terror in their dignity
Some will chatter and some will wail
But a storm blows their cries away
And the seagulls swaying in the wind
Brave the terror in their dignity
Some will chatter and some will wail
But a storm blows their cries away