An isle, a bright shining isle stands forever, alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass and shale, the isle bereft of trees

- Small A speck in the wide blue sea 'Tis the last of all the land
A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? -

By the Gods he is there to never leave, to remain all his life
His punishment for evermore, to attend the eternal light

The lighthouse, tall and brilliant white, which stands at the end of the world
Protecting ships and sailors too, from rock they could be hurled

Yet nothing comes and nothing goes 'sept the bright blue sea
Which stretches near and far away, 't is all our man can see

Though, one day, up high on rock, a bird did perch and cry
An albatross, he shot a glance, and wondered deeply, why?

Could it be a watcher sent? A curse sent from the Gods,
who sits and cries and stares at him, the life that they have robbed

Each year it comes to watch over him, the creature from above
Not a curse but a reminder of the woman that he loved

- Oh weary night, under stars, he'd lay and gaze
Up towards the moon and stars The suns dying haze
Time and again, Orion's light filled our man with joy
Within the belt, he'd see his love, remembering her voice -

The twinkle from the stars above bled peace into his heart
As long as she looks down on him he knows they'll never part

One day good, one day bad
The madness, the heat, the sun,
Out to sea, he spies upon land
His beloved Albion

Cliffs of white and trees of green
Children run and play, "My home land"
he cries and weeps, why so far away?

Eyes sore and red
Filled with tears, he runs towards the sea
To risk his life, a worthy cause, for home he would be

Into the sea, deep and blue, the waters wash him clean
Awake He screams Cold with sweat And Albion a dream

- Such is life upon the isle, of torment and woe
One day good One day bad And some days, even hope

The light at the end of the world burns bright for mile and mile
Yet tends the man, its golden glow, in misery all the while?

For fifty years he stands and waits, atop the light, alone
Looking down upon his isle the Gods have made his home -

The watcher at the end of the world through misery does defile
Remembers back to that single night and allows a tiny smile

(His sacrifice was not so great, he insists upon the world

Again he would crime, Again he would pay, for one moment with the girl)

Her hair, long and black it shone,
The dark, beauty of her eyes,
Olive skin and warm embrace, her memory never dies

'Twas years ago, he remembers clear the life they once did live
Endless love and lust for life, they promised each would give

Alas, such love and laughter too, was short as panting breath
For one dark night, her soul was kissed by the shade of death

(Agony, like none before, was suffered by our man)

who tends the light now burning bright on the very last of land

(Anger raged and misery too like nothing ever before)

He cursed the Gods and man and life, and at his heart he tore

- A deity felt sympathy and threw our man a light
'Your woman you may see again, for a single night -

But think hard and well young man, there is a price to pay:
to tend the light at the end of the world is where you must stay

Away from man and liufe and love
Alone you will be On a tiny isle
A bright shining isle in the middle of the sea

- "I'll tend the light, for one more night with the woman whom I love",
screamed the man, with tearful eyes, to the deity above

And so it was that very night his lover did return
To his arms and to their bed, together they did turn
In deepest love and lust and passion entwined they did fall
Lost within each other's arms they danced (in lover's ball) -

- Long was the night filled with love
For them the world was done
Awoke he did to brightest light,
his woman and life had gone

To his feet he leapt
To the sea he looked
To the lighthouse on the stone
The price is paid and from now on
he lives forever alone

Fifty years have passed since then and not a soul has he seen
but his woman lives with him still in every single dream

'Tis sad to hear how young love has died to know that,
alone, someone has cried But memories are ours to keep
To live them again, in our sleep -