I’m sitting here at an empty table
Thinking of the days of yore
I struggled in from my empty stable
I don’t have those horses anymore
I’m alone on a windy island
All alone from kin and man
All I have is the violent ocean
All I have is this piece of land
So I come in from my empty stable
I put the kettle on the stove
I sit and think about the days gone by
I wonder where it’s gone to
Life is hard when you’re an old man
No one here to give a care
But I sit here at my empty table
Sitting on a hard oak chair
I’m drifting off into a slumber
It won’t be long before I’m gone
Just a man with an empty island
Here with my last breath ends my song
