I saw three ships a-sailing in from across the sea

Strangers near were welcome but for curiosity

But come they did and when they did ready they did stand

And things would never be the same in our Village on the Sand...



When the ships pulled in to dock the villagers did hide

When trouble came it usually was brought upon the tide

When the pirates disembarked they were making plans

And from then on things were not the same in our Village on the Sand...



The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run

I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one

Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand

He was different than the others in my Village on the Sand...



He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas

Then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy

And when he had to leave again he asked me for my hand

And I knew I'd never see again my Village on the Sand...