While I sit on the hilltop
and gaze out at the sea.
As I did years ago,
my father and me.

We would stop just a moment
for a quick look around.
Out over the ocean
to the old fishing ground.

Where we both fished together
from Spring until Fall.
With the old hook and line
and with cod trap and trawl.

If I could relive that life over again.
I would do just the same
and would never complain.

Then to go back
to the days of my youth.
And retrace all my footsteps
through bad times and good.

I'd live that life over
If I could always be.
In that cool summer sun
in my home by the sea.

I think of the days
in that bright summer sun.
And the pale moon that shone
when the days work was done.

With stars in the sky
as the old folks would say.
From daylight till dark
is the fisherman's day.

I would treasure that life
if I could always be:
I that snug little cove
in my home by the sea.

Yes, I'd treasure that life
if I could always be.
In that bright sunny spot
and my home by the sea.