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You approach the town quite slowly from the water |
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As the dawn arrives and bids the night farewell. |
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You will feel the cold and hunger in your spirit |
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As you see the church tower mirrored in the swell. |
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You will sail around the cliff and watch the sun rise |
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Shining light upon the high and sleepy hill, |
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As the town awakes, washed in light and shadow |
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While the other towns still sleep so dark and still. |
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You will stand onboard and watch them throw the tow line. |
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You can see the men who catch it on the pier. |
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And you feel a chill as you leave the railing. |
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On down the bridge-way, the town is very near. |
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You might hear the hammers pounding in the shipyard |
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Or watch the boats leave toward the fishing ground. |
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Will they discover if it's worth this early journey, |
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To rise up before the other sleeping towns? |
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You must wave farewell to those who've stayed onboard now |
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Be on your voyage. There are secrets you must know |
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In this town that knew you once and held you closely, |
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That owned your morning hours so long ago. |
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You approach the town quite slowly from the water. |
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You're a stranger, somehow, as you walk ashore |
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In this town that hides old images and stories. |
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Maybe new songs that you will soon explore. |