Small craft in a harbour that's still and serene
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give no indication that their ways have been.
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They rock at their moorings all nestled in dreams,
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away from the roll of the sea.
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Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air,
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a ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar.
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But never they whisper of journeys afar,
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away from the roll of the sea.
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oh, had they the tongues for to speak,
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what tales of adventure they'd waeve,
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but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber a-lee
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Come fair winds to wake them tomorrow we pray.
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Come harvest a-plenty to them ev'ry day
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till guided by harbour lights they're home to stay,
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away from the roll of the sea.
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Away From The Roll Of The Sea
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