When the waves crash, and the thunder rolls,
I think of you way over there, in the land of coals,
Knowing that I will never, ever be able to see,
You and all your beauty, that never seems to be,
Any less spectacular then it was all of those years,
And will never fade under all of the stress and tears,
But there will be a day when I will see you again,
And be able to hold you in my arms, my friend.