Liza met a fisherman forty years ago
At his pier on the coastal island
She came by footbridge across the water
Came to get away from the rush for a couple of hours
They sat on a bench by the shore
Where he'd laid out his nets for mending
Talked about summer, wind and tides
Sound and beauty of the sea that is never ending
She went home alone to her room in the city
Thinking about the man with the ocean in his eyes
He lay awake listened to the night waves breaking
He hadn't heard them all before
There were soft ones that almost said her name
Days of wine and wildflowers
Evenings by a driftwood fire
Lying tight beneath the stars
Walking along the moonlit sand together
Winter was warm in the old wooden house
On a hill above the harbor
Dancing to songs on the radio
Watching the snowflakes fall into the water
Out at the edge of the world there's a powerful rhythm
Ancient song of life land sea and sky
He used to listen sometimes before he found her
Now it's playing for him all the time
She hears the melody and the heartbeat
Music that's been playing since the world was new
Even when the hardest winds are howling
They both hear the same tune
They just want to listen on and on
Liza met a fisherman forty years ago
At his pier on the coastal island
She came by footbridge across the water
Came to get away from the rush for a couple of hours

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