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Watched seagulls 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 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 where I used to roam;
Stars are guiding me true along the course,
Back to your arms once again.
