"Come down to the sea, young man,

Come down to the sea."

Softly at first, then a shout.

The sea kept calling and calling.

I tried and I tried to ignore it,

"Come down to the sea, young man,

Come down to the sea."

So little did I know of the sea,

at least a thousand miles from me.

Yet still, I heard the persistent call.

"Come down to the sea, young man,

Come down to the sea."

I answered the call, how could I resist?

As seductive as the sirens of old.

The sea had me for twenty plus years.

"Come down to the sea, young man,

Come down to the sea."

A dry lander now and not nearly so young,

I can still hear the call come to me.

Though not as loud or nearly as often.

"Come down to the sea, old man,

Come down to the sea."