I live in a village that’s high on a hill
And they call it the town of Rhye,
While all around the bright waters glitter
As far as the eagles fly.
And all around the sea comes lashing
And the breakers come crashing round,
And late at night when you lie in bed
You can hear that surging sound.
And the village has stood for a thousand years,
Some say it’s as old as the sky,
And the boys are born to work the rigging
And sail on the seas of Rhye.
But when I was young I longed for the city
And the joy that the lights could bring,
For the town was small and nothing ever changed
‘Cept the cry the seagulls sing.
So early in the morning with mist in the valley
I left to seek my fame,
And spared no thought for the tears of my mother
Or the times she would call my name.
And years I spent ‘neath the city’s walls
As I tried to stake my claim,
And the things I did I cannot say
For the words would bring me shame.
‘Til early one morning with mist in the valley
I left to find my home,
Tired of the city where nothing ever changed
And the people are so alone.
And here I’ll stay ‘til my days are done
And bathe in the flying foam,
And laugh at the city where the people are dead
And only their bodies roam.
For my soul is free and my heart is light
And soars like an eagle’s cry,
And I long for the dawn of a mist free morn’
To sail on the seas of Rhye.