centennial legend

he was named nineteenhundred td

in the ship's belly lies his cradle

had no birthday and no land of home

the ocean has no bounds

virginian sounds

and he faced the world from inside

the ball-room of splendid skies

and on the grand piano

his hands light as butterflies

he played for the rich and for the poor

thrilling the hearts of all

the world could have been beneath his feet

searching the call

the voice of the sea

old chandelier tells a story

old piano still echoes in here

old ship lies rusted in the port

and the best years fade away

the splendour has gone

not what he saw could hold him back

it was what he didn't see

there was no end in this town

keys so eternally

but this was god's piano

he heard on the gangway there

he couldn't leave forever

the sea to somewhere

bow and stern

all the wishes between

the world outside is a dream

and when the whole world's leaving

the music will always stay

and if a story's worth to tell

the end will be far away

the final notes lie mute upon the sand

when land is a ship too big

a woman out of reach

a journey too far

a whiff too strong

he didn't exist for anyone

bow and stern

all the wishes between

the world outside is a dream

and when the whole world's leaving

the music will always stay

and if a story's worth to tell

the end will be far away

the final notes lie mute upon the sand

and in this lonesome end

final notes lie mute upon the sand