Atlantic - Humming House

He found the finest fortune

In his grandfather’s grave

When they sold off the spoils

Of that coastal estate

His proud parents

Well they passed before he’d aged

But he found a fortune

In his grandfather’s days

Now he’s got coins in his pockets

And salt in his hair

And the ocean Atlantic

Caught in his stare

And those coins clink like shells

To his grieving ears

Cause he can’t buy back the Atlantic

Or his grandfather’s years

He can’t buy the Atlantic

He can’t buy its waves

He can sail on the earth

Or down around the Cape

He can’t buy the Atlantic

With his grandfather’s days

He can’t buy the Atlantic

With his grandfather’s grave

So what’s he to do

But take to the seas

And spread out the ashes

And those fond memories

Wander the wind

Wherever it may lead

Oh, what’s he to do

But take to the seas

He can’t buy the Atlantic

He can’t buy its waves

He can sail on the earth

Or down around the Cape

He can’t buy the Atlantic

With his grandfather’s grave

He can’t buy the Atlantic

But he can sail on its waves

He can’t buy the Atlantic

But he can sail on its waves