Stranger On The Shore - Slim Whitman

Here I stand, watching the tide go out

So all alone and blue

Just dreaming dreams of you

I watched your ship as it sailed out to sea

Taking all my dreams

And taking all of me

The sighing of the waves

The wailing of the wind

The tears in my eyes burn

Pleading, «My love, return»

Why, oh, why must I go on like this?

Shall I just be a lonely stranger on the shore?