| I awoke in the dusts of an autumn morning
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| Faces oil-lit and kneeling round the family chairs
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| I never knew that a heart could take such filling
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| Spaces everywhere
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| All the front doors opened and the men came walking
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| Suits and shoes, heads of silver and grey
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| It’s one short road from a darkened cradle
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| To the endless light of day
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| She walked like a bride down the aisle of her childhood
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| The shops, the schoolyard, the church on the hill
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| Where she trembled on the day she was touched and broken
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| Marie was born again
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| All ears to the trawler-band in the evenings
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| Forty crans and the spirits run wild
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| The storms. |
| the drownings. |
| the tables, the drinking
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| The sea had claimed their lives
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| There’s peat smoke rising from the village chimneys
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| You take your chances with the red haired girl
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| All the boats take their rest in the heart of the harbour
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| That night in a changing world
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| And the ship’s come round
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| And she’s waiting at the harbour
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| Be prepared to get on board
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| Be prepared
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| I never knew that- the light of ages
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| Breaks the way before us
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| Sail away, sail away |