Through deep dark dreams and plotted schemes he rowed
The ocean roared as he came to shore
He filled his boat with stones and sank it into the sea
Full of plans that was not to be
And could it be that you'll be that kind to me
And invite him in
And could it be that you'll give yourself to him
And let me be watching
The port is flanked by white houses
Rising steeply in an orderly manner
Like the seats of an amphitheatre
And he stood there for a while
Beneath the bell tower of the cathedral
The sea groaning behind him fierce and sinister
And could it be that you'll be that kind to me
And invite him in
And could it be that you'll give yourself to him
And let me be watching
Up the steep cobblestone streets he walked
Tipping his straw hat to the people
That he didn't want to meet
He stopped outside your house it has the colour of chalk
While sorrow was softly sobbing at his feet
And could it be that you'll be that kind to me
And invite him in
And could it be that you'll give yourself to him
And let me be watching