(Gary Moore)

The waves comin' in,
Sweeping up on the shore.
Bringing back the time
When our love was here before.
Clouds sinking down,
The hills are turning black.
I've seen it all before,
Think I'll make my way back.

Once there was laughter
Where now there's only pain.
All the childrens' sand caverns
Turn to mud by, by the rain.
My feet, they are sinking,
I'm feelin' so alone.
I see the storm is comin',
Time to make my way home.

Cold wind is ablowin',
Thunder he cracks.
I have seen it all before,
Think I'll make my way back.