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 

But 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...