The Islander - Nightwish

An old man by a seashore at the end of day

gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face.

Tempest-tossed island, seasons all the same,

anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name.

Sea without a shore, for the banished one unheard.

He lightens the beacon light at the end of world.

Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts,

the ones on their travels homeward from afar.

The albatross is flying, making him daydream

the time before he became one of the world's unseen.

Princess in the tower, children in the fields.

Life gave him it all: an island of the universe.

Now his love's a memory a ghost in the fog.

He sets the sails one last time saying farewell to the world.

Anchor to the water, seabed far below,

grass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow.