Cold, Misty Bay

On the shore stood a man, looking out towards the sea.
No ships in the water, as far as the eye could see.
He waited for years,
Waiting for that day.
Waiting for her ship to come
To that cold, misty bay.

Seventeen years ago, he remembers the day.
A warm Sunday afternoon as he waved her away.
He stands there strong and tall,
Waiting for that day.
Waiting for her ship to come,
To that cold, misty bay.

What he doesn't know, her ship has sunk below.
He keeps on standing there, his spirit never low.
He stood there on that shore,
Waiting for that day.
Waiting for her ship to come,
To that cold, misty bay.

Not too long ago that man passed away.
The Lord said your time is up, this is your last day.
They buried him on that hill,
Overlooking the sea.
Waiting for her ship to come,
But her ship never came.