In the beginning
I was counting the stones on the seashore
Looking for the precious ones
Among the stones, I found many pretty things
While the sea rolled on beside me all the time

Time moved on
I had collected many stones 'til I tired of them
And I think they tired of me
Some were lovely, but I was never satisfied
And the sea rolled on beside me all the time

And the wind rose, east and cold
Whispering sweetly to my soul
And it said "Look you fool
You are missing precious things:
Raise your eyes and look towards the sea"

So I looked
It was as if I saw the sea for the first time
And it's power captured me
All the time I had wasted seeking stones
I had missed the rolling glory of the sea

And the sea
Devoured a mighty swathe of heart
Overwhelmed me in a way I couldn't know
And the price for the love of greater things
Was surrender to the great and cruel sea

And it stole me and I feared the aching sea
It consumed me, drowned my mind
The wind said "Look, you fool
No matter what you do
You can't contain the ocean like a stone"