The Savage by the Sea

If I could hang all the foam of the sea in my hair, If I could sing all the songs that were ever invented, If I could kiss all the pebbles that ever there were, If I could hang all the foam of the sea in my hair, If I could drink all the waves as they break over there,

Should I then be contented? If I could hang all the foam of the sea in my hair? If I could sing all the songs that were ever invented?