| Lend me your ear and I’ll tell you a tale,
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| a man who still whistles on the waves up ahead,
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| listen to the waters as they sing his long-awaited story.
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| He rose up one day to feel that things were long past due,
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| looked inside, saw shadows of places he’d be going to,
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| he looked behind for a moment, then said,
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| «I will not look that way again»
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| CHORUS
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| So roll the land to where I lay, lady,
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| fist still raised to the sky,
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| hand to your heart, you’ll remember me in tales as they carry me on by…
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| The man set out for his city cast in gold,
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| bade farewell to his mother, said, «take care at home.»
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| he kissed goodbye his darling, said, «We'll one day meet again.»
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| He sailed through the bay, out to a stormy night
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| armed with his father’s pistol strapped to his side,
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| to face the open sea he had to take the roughest waves as his ride…
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| He stood his ground out on the open deck,
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| through sheets of rain, the wheel he set direct ahead,
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| and the wave that brought him over was the best and biggest he had ever seen…
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| So child as you take a ride out on the open sea,
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| don’t be afraid when you do hear the song that he did leave —
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| out on those waters his tale will be floating at your side… |