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The bells of the village ringOnly three times they sing for the boy who decidedJust where he'd go,Hearing a Galveston radio showThe clouds of reason at timesThey rain mistakenlyOn the young ones that never should die alone.And he'd been through the MaritimesAnd he'd been through the summertimeAnd he'd been through the wintertimeAnd the time told him just where to goFrom the Gulf to the Northern SeaTwenty years just a memoryHe had given the time of his lifeBut his time was so limited.After searching all year non-stopUp in Natchez he got a jobWhere they never asked him papers to showWhere all you been they don't wanna knowAs the captain was sizing him up,Held out a big hand to wish him good luck:'The smaller the sailorThe bigger the catch will bring.'SongtexteAnd he'd been through the MaritimesAnd he'd been through the summertimeAnd he'd been through the wintertimeAnd the time told him just where to goFrom the Gulf to the Northern SeaTwenty years just a memoryHe had given the time of his lifeBut his time was so limited.At 6 a.m. it is still darkA lantern makes its way down to the seaHe things of nighttime whenHe'll be again with herTwin beds pushed togetherHear the ocean breeze.The boat rocked in a troubled seaWaking dreams are not meant to beThe boy lost his balance and into the foamNever again to return to his home.The hardest thing for the captain to doWas meeting Ann whenThe long day was throughWhen she saw the boat emptyShe knew without hearing the words.And he'd been through the MaritimesAnd he'd been through the summertimeAnd he'd been through the wintertimeAnd the time told him just where to goFrom the Gulf to the Northern SeaTwenty years just a memoryHe had given the time of his lifeBut his time was so limited.In old days he never let troubleLike this get to himHiring a boy and then learningHe never could swim.The harborlights dim in the morningThat circles the bayAnd the bells of the village ring three timesTo welcome the day. Aus Songtexte Mania