| The roll of the wind
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| As we sail across the water
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| The roll of the sea
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| As we’re taken through the night
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| The dimming lamp of day
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| Leaves the crimson foam and spray
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| Across the face of the mighty Atlantic
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| In this cradle we found love
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| In our lifetimes we were broken
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| By the spirit we were turned
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| Here we touched the hope divine
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| And in the rapture and the charm
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| Came the tranquil and the calm
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| On the rage of the mighty Atlantic
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| Deepest grave, supreme deceiver
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| Brave new worlds and cursed emotion
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| Let your people go, bring me a saviour
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| White doves rise above the ocean
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| The brightness of the lights
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| As they stretch across the water
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| The excitement of the night
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| As we’re carried through the seas
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| There’s a welcome lies in store
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| The strongest arms I’ve ever known
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| In the homes of the mighty Atlantic
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| For the roll it is gentle
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| As the waves, they guide you over
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| Full new moon across the stern flag
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| Our different worlds in constant motion
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| The roll of the wind
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| As we sail across the waters
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| The roll of the sea
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| As we’re taken through the night
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| I’m coming home it’s late
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| And you know I just can’t wait
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| For the shores of the mighty Atlantic
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| For the shores of the mighty Atlantic
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| For the shores of the mighty Atlantic |