Water

Doctor, daughter, neighbour, son Everyone had told her that she's too old And the sea too cold I slept at someone else's place When somebody called and said: “Today she passed away.” I still know how she feared to die The first time in her life she had the flu She was eighty-two But that old girl knew it well: The sun, the air, the water of the sea Was all she'd need The North Sea was all she'd need But what a sweet death – she took one deep breath And all her pain and all her waiting was forgotten By the time my dear went away from here All she saw and all she smelled, all she found and all she felt Was her beloved water