He keeps the orchids in a dome
A quiet place to call his home
But now he walks the wooden pier
Where all the winter winds are near
Oh, the salt is in the air
And he searches everywhere
Looking for a petal gold
In a world so grey and cold
His boots are worn and stained with grit
The harbor lamps are barely lit
He tracks the tide and counts the foam
Far away from his glassy home
The gulls are screaming at the sky
He watches every ship go by
A gardener lost in brine and spray
Searching for a vanished day
Oh, the salt is in the air
And he searches everywhere
Looking for a petal gold
In a world so grey and cold
The wind will blow the seed away
No matter what the driver say
You can't plant roses in the sand
Or hold the ocean in your hand
He finds a leaf upon the stone
A tiny seed he stands alone
He wraps it tight against the breeze
Bringing back the summer trees
Oh, the salt is in the air
And he searches everywhere
Looking for a petal gold
In a world so grey and cold
Just a seed in the gale
Sailing on a salty sail
Hold it tight.
