When I was a lad oh my Grandmother said
Hold a shell up to your ear
If you listen close and you keep your eyes closed
You'll hear the ocean my dear
You'll hear the ocean you'll taste the wind
You'll feel the cold of your feet in the sand
So lets buy us a boat and we'll move to the coast
You'll hear the ocean my dear
When I was a youth all I craved was the truth
I replaced magic with fear
So afraid to grow old as my heart became cold
And I miss the ocean my dear
I miss the ocean I miss the wind
I miss the cold of my feet in the sand
So I'll buy me a boat and I'll move to the coast
And I'll hear the ocean my dear
You'll hear the ocean you'll taste the wind
You'll feel the cold of your feet in the sand
So lets buy us a boat and we'll move to the coast
You'll hear the ocean my dear
When I was a lad oh my Grandmother said
Hold a shell up to your ear
If you listen close and you keep your eyes closed
You'll hear the ocean my dear
