| From the album fairytale | |
| As a pilgrim I did go | |
| To a land that I did know, | |
| To the shores of Trist la Cal, | |
| To see if I still felt | |
| The same. | |
| And the sun blazed madly insane, | |
| But the seagulls they have gone, | |
| The seagulls they have gone. | |
| I searched the sand for sound, | |
| My eyes forced to the ground. | |
| The wind it laughed wild and shrill, | |
| My heart it tried to spill | |
| Its crazy tears. | |
| There is nothing left for me now | |
| For the seagulls, they have gone, | |
| The seagulls, they have gone. | |
| I stand both young and old | |
| But the winds of time blow cold. | |
| This much you must believe: | |
| It pains to see you grieve. | |
| I pity you, | |
| But there is nothing that I can do | |
| For the seagulls, they have gone, | |
| The seagulls, they have gone. | |
| As a pilgrim I did go | |
| To a land that I did know, | |
| To the shores of Trist la Cal, | |
| To see if I still felt | |
| The same. | |
| And the sun blazed madly insane, | |
| But the seagulls, they have gone, | |
| The seagulls, they have gone. |