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.