The brothers on your doorstep of your front porch
Have journeyed from their homes in the northern shores
They rid themselves of travels and all their cloths
Have come to rest in our lands to hear their foretold
Although our hands will all grow worn
Although a day has passed since you've been born
Although our lives are getting old
The window to my heart will never close
My love for you to hold

They asked us for our secrets our stories we told
Of how our lives we could enjoy despite growing old
Although our hands will all grow worn
Although a day has passed since you've been born
Although our lives are getting old
The window to my heart will never close
My love for you to hold

Throughout our springtide summer our days would slip into nights
Anticipations for the sea were the only thoughts in our minds
Our lives seemed pointless compared to the colors in the sky
Yet we fell in denial that our summer was growing cold
Throughout our springtide summer