| On wings of the wind o’er the dark rolling sea
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| Angels are coming to watch over thee
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| Angels are coming to watch o’er thy sleep
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| So list to the wind coming over the deep
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| Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
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| Lean your head over and hear the wind blow
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| The currachs are sailing way out on the blue
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| Laden with herring of silvery hue
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| Oh, silver the herring, silver the sea
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| Soon there’ll be silver for baby and me
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| Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
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| Lean your head over and hear the wind blow
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| Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
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| Lean your head over and hear the wind blow
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| The currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore
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| And Daddy goes sailing, a-sailing no more
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| The nets will be drying, the net’s heaven blessed
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| And safe in my arms contended he’ll rest
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| Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
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| Lean your head over and hear the wind blow
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| Hear the wind blow, love, hear the
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| Lean your head over and hear the wind blow |