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Outside the rain is softly falling,
In the distance I can hear the foghorn sound;
I pull my blankets just a little closer,
My mind is on a ship that's outward bound.
Well, on a voyage through memory, sailing on a silver sea,
The moon and stars above now brightly shine;
The wind that fills the sails is a lullaby that tells the tale,
Of all the things that I was glad to leave behind.
The ocean has always been a part of me,
I can feel the saltwater running through my veins;
And I think of all the places where my ship will take me,
But the thought of your gentle whispers gives me strength.
Well, on a voyage through memory, sailing on a silver sea,
The moon and stars above now brightly shine;
The wind that fills the sails is a lullaby that tells the tale,
Of all the things that I was glad to leave behind.
But as I rise and look out my window,
A wall of grey right before my eyes;
And I can see a clock where time is slowly ticking,
And I wonder how I could make my time here fly.
Well, on a voyage through memory, sailing on a silver sea,
The moon and stars above now brightly shine;
The wind that fills the sails is a lullaby that tells the tale,
Of all the things that I was glad to leave behind.
Of all the things that I was glad to leave behind.
