| Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
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| You’ve been away roaming far away from here
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| Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
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| Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made
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| Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks
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| No crotchets or quavers in your books
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| Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein
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| Like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky
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| Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
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| The moon on the water and the sound of guitars
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| Glide into the homing as the night falls
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| To tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall
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| And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
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| Who stands at the fire where a poet’s dreams roast
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| He can’t know the story, he can’t feel the pain
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| And all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky
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| You’re a light in the dark, a beacon of hope
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| And strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
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| And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay
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| And the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky |