The Lighthouse

The lighthouse spins its ray

through cooling evening air

out across the bay.

At closing of the day

she walked with me out here -

The lighthouse spins its ray.

I watched the precious way

she smiled. She shook her hair

out across the bay.

All I can do is say

My time I'll gladly share.

The lighthouse spins its ray.

Knowing she'd never stay

was more than I could bear.

Out across the bay

she said It's all ok.

I stand alone and stare.

The lighthouse spins its ray

out across the bay.