| The harbor lights were shining
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| The moon was in its high
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| The captain said, thank God we’re home!
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| We’ve drunk the barrels dry
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| The mizzen mast was shaken
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| And the lanterns all burned low
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| I’d never thought we’d make it
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| But we’ve twenty leagues to go
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| So blow you southern trades
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| And guide me safely to the shore
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| I’m never ever gonna sail
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| The seven seas no more
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| I know I’m gonna miss the sand in my hair
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| The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
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| Deep inside it’s true
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| I’m a home lovin' man
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| Comin' on home to you
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| I know I’m gonna miss the wind in my eyes
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| The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
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| Although I’ve traveled far
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| I’m a home lovin' man
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| And home is where you are
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| The crowd upon the quayside
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| Their faces long and drawn
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| Are suddenly awakened
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| As we sail in on the dawn
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| The wives, the sons, the lovers
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| Who never gave up hope
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| All breathe a sigh together
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| As they reach to catch the rope
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| God bless you, southern trades
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| You got me safely back this time
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| Oh, you’ll never have the need again
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| To save this soul of mine
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| I know I’m gonna miss the sand in my hair
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| The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
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| Deep inside it’s true
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| I’m a home lovin' man
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| Comin' on home to you
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| I know I’m gonna miss the wind in my eyes
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| The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
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| Although I’ve traveled far
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| I’m a home lovin' man
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| And home is where you are
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| Yes, I know I’m gonna miss the sand in my hair
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| The roll of the tides and the salt in the air
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| Deep inside it’s true
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| I’m a home lovin' man
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| Comin' on home to you |