| Wrapped in the weeds of the shallows. |
| In the moon’s drifting light.
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| Calling from the cold, wet rocks, the sea rose of the low tides
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| A passing ship along the coast heard her sadly calling and turned its sails to
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| the sound, the rose, the sea
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| Rose calling
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| In the waves, the waves she’s calling
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| Lonely, lonely, my heart is dark the rocks lie cold beneath me. |
| Come closer,
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| closer darling one. |
| We’ll marry in the sea weed
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| On the passing ship, a sailor boy, he heard the sea rose calling and from the
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| bow he dove on down to the waves, the waves, falling
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| The waves, the waves were falling
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| Come, come darling boy into my arms awaiting. |
| Down, down in the cold,
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| dark sea I’m waiting here to love you
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| To her arms, her lovely arms, the currents pulled him splashing,
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| but her body was only foaming waves and her voice just water rushing
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| In the waves the sea rose falling. |
| In the waves, the waves, my darling.
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| The waves, the sea rose calling |