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They come down in the morning close to the sea,
Drawn like a moth to the flame;
Their step a might slower, back slightly bent,
But their heart is still beating the same.
And it's over the ocean again,
Once more to waltz with the wheel in the tide;
Feel your face burning, spirit alive,
As low in the water she rides.
They think of the old times, talk of the new,
And wonder the ways of the water;
When lines come up empty, they fear for their sons,
Will the new boat go back where they bought her?
And it's over the ocean again,
Once more to waltz with the wheel in the tide;
Feel your face burning, spirit alive,
As low in the water she rides.
There's a light in the window, day's nearly done,
The time it is right now for leaving;
Fire in the west sky, a sailor's delight,
How they wish their old timbers were heavin'.
And it's over the ocean again,
Once more to waltz with the wheel in the tide;
Feel your face burning, spirit alive,
As low in the water she rides.
