ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 118

The Sea Anonymous Down by the old, ancient sea There's a little gray house And it's waiting for me Since before I was bigger than a man's knee I've gone down and played on the shore Down by the old, ancient sea And the little gray house, that never needed a key Because it was always open to any And it's waiting for me But it must keep on waiting, waiting and singing its silent plea For I am trapped in a far away land, and not Down by the old, ancient sea How I wish I could run away and flee To see it all again, because I know that it's all there And it's waiting for me The big blue waves and little gray house, and all that comes with Are all sitting patiently, the happiness of home Down by the sea And it's waiting for me 118