Waves

Through the sea that is always waiting

Passing over and fading out from the shore

The sailor comes home along the long road

And goes away up the hill and back down.

He opens once more the gate to his wife’s house.

He opens once more the gate to his wife’s house

And goes away up the hill and back down

The sailor comes home along the long road

Passing over and fading out from the shore

Through the sea that is always waiting.

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