Through the sea that is always waiting,
Passing over, and fading out from, the shore
The sailor comes home along the road.
He goes away up the hill and back down.
He opens once more the gate to his wife's house.
He opens once more the gate to his wife's house
And goes away up the hill and back down.
The sailor comes home along the road,
Passing over, and fading out from, the shore
Through the sea that is always waiting.
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