I was walking by the water My heart full aching sore The seagulls of Seattle Wheeled above the shore I stepped inside a tavern For oyster chowder and brown ale The hidden sun was sinking Behind the distant sails And in my mind dear memories Like rolling waves unfurled All the water places I've been to with you, girl The north-west by the Pindan The salty, heavy sea The days we laid on Cable Beach And read beneath the tree To the sandhills all deserted Hand in hand we stole away And there inside a shady glade We made a bed to lay Hot, sweet days in southern Spain Fish and rice and wine Swimming in deep water Then later on entwined I was covering the waterfront Like John Lee in Days of Yore The seagulls of Seattle Wheeled and made their caw I climbed a metal staircase Searching for a better view Puget Sound below me Grey, not really blue And looking west I raised you up All sleepy from your bed You were putting on the coffee pot Brushing bad dreams from your head I turned, then, from the harbor And wheeled back into town To meet my boon companions And join with them in sound Upon the lonely stage, I trod The room all dark and dim And every song I sang that night To my love was a hymn I was walking by the water Wondering what I was there for The seagulls of Seattle Were calling, evermore