As the mariner sinks softly beneath the white tipped foam

He dreams of shadowed woodlands 

In his County Antrim home

Where gulls rise in the sunlight echoing and free 

And bluebell glens descend in silver ribbons to the sea

And he smiles a gentle smile that lights up the space around

And recalls the love that once was lost but now is surely found

For the one who stayed beside him for almost fifty years

Whose memory sustained him through the darkness and the tears

No need now for a great coat to keep out the icy gale

In the softly murmuring breeze that fills the pure white sail

And so the sun sets on the headland 

And the westering clouds unfold

The little boat’s silhouette cuts through the pink and gold

And the waters blue around him, his love rests quietly beside

Both shimmering, both young again, the mariner and his bride