The wind will be our music
and the waves the melody
the night will be eternal
above the goldplate sea.

He'll fill my heart my lover true,
with lines of poetry,
the timeless tales of blues and gray
he'll tell so eloquently

My heart he'll steal unthinkingly
our souls will intertwine,
his touch so warm, his heart so close
masks the passing time.

But alone we're not above the sea
for where this tower lies,
countless intrepid soldiers
bore arms and battle cries.

The ghosts of soldiers not unheard
wear gray they did defend,
courageous spirits deeds untold
gallant til the end.

The wails of wounded warriors
enshrouded in the balm,
circumscribe the tower
on a moonlit night becalmed.

Through our veins their blood does course
of forebears' heraldry,
their sacrifice not recompensed
in this graveyard by the sea.

Did once upon a moonlit night
beyond the scene of horror,
a lonely soldier call her name
an echo on the water?

And dream of being in her arms
in this tower by the sea,
with poetic words to profess his love
for only he and she?

While in quiet still embraces
beneath the glowing moon
our love does mend the broken dreams
of soldiers here, now gone.

For them we owe our being
not lost in timeless past,
and uphold them in our honor
for us their looks are cast.

The love we share together
the kisses soft and sweet
is the pact between the soldier
and her name lost on the sea.

Love at last requited
the voices they do fade
the ghosts of homesick soldiers
return to shallow graves.

Too soon the moon does exit
the mist does welcome day
the voices gone forever
as the night fades into day.

Fleeting time does forever pass
but again he'll come to me,
I'll hear his voice in quiet repose
sweet tryst a memory.

But the tower stands immortal
in its place upon the sea,
and holds the hearts so broken
through all eternity.