The ocean is nobody's servant,
it obeys no one's commands,
but I'm more at home in the water
than I am in the sea or on land.
I feel a memory go by
with each passing of a wave
and in my memories I cry
because it's my heart that I gave
I am growing old now
my youth is flying away
to this life I take a bow
because my hair's turning gray
I can feel the ocean calling
that's where I want to be
I stand at it's edge recalling
things that have happened to me
this is my request
I ask of family and friends
that you put my body there
when my time comes to an end.