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(Hummed intro) |
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The harbor lights were shining, |
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The moon was in its high. |
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The captain said, "Thank God we're home! |
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We've drunk the barrels dry." |
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The mizzen mast was shaken, |
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And the lanterns all burned low, |
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I'd never thought we'd make it |
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But we've twenty leagues to go |
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So blow you southern trades |
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And guide me safely to the shore, |
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I'm never ever gonna sail |
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The seven seas no more |
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I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair, |
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The roll of the tide and the salt in the air |
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Deep inside it's true |
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I'm a home lovin' man, |
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Comin' on home to you |
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I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes, |
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The shimmer of light when the seagull flies |
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Although I've traveled far |
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I'm a home lovin' man, |
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And home is where you are |
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The crowd upon the quayside |
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Their faces long and drawn |
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Are suddenly awakened |
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As we sail in on the dawn |
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The wives, the sons, the lovers, |
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Who never gave up hope |
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All breathe a sigh together |
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As they reach to catch the rope |
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God bless you, southern trades, |
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You got me safely back this time |
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Oh, you'll never have the need again |
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To save this soul of mine |
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I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair, |
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The roll of the tide and the salt in the air |
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Deep inside it's true |
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I'm a home lovin' man, |
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Comin' on home to you |
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I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes, |
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The shimmer of light when the seagull flies |
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Although I've traveled far |
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I'm a home lovin' man, |
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And home is where you are |
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Yes, I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair, |
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The roll of the tides and the salt in the air |
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Deep inside it's true |
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I'm a home lovin' man, |
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Comin' on home to you... |
