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Watched seabirds fly way up high,
Thought back to days long gone by;
Saw your face through the spray of an ocean wave,
Whispered your name in a foreign place.
Take me home, oh gentle wind, take me home.
Watched the sun set on a foreign shore,
Saw the breeze blow along the moor;
Felt your love upon the scented wind,
Pictured your face in a place we've never been.
Take me home, oh gentle wind, take me home.
Time for this ship to bring me home,
Back to the place I used to roam;
Stars are guiding true along the course,
Back to you...
Take me home, oh gentle wind, take me home.
Oh gentle wind, take me home.
Recorded by Siochána (Siochána On Our Own - Live At Bridie Molloy's, St. John's, NL, 2005).
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