Lay down,
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your sweet and weary head.
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Night is falling.
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You have come to journey¡¯s end.
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Sleep now, and dream
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of the ones who came before.
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They are calling,
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from across a distant shore.
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Why do you weep?
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What are these tears upon your face?
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Soon you will see.
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All of your fears will pass away.
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Safe in my arms,
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you¡¯re only sleeping.
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What can you see,
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on the horizon?
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Why do the white gulls call?
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Across the sea,
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a pale moon rises.
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The ships have come,
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to carry you home.
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And all will turn,
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to silver glass.
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A light on the water.
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All souls pass.
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Hope fades,
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Into the world of night.
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Through shadows falling,
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Out of memory and time.
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Don¡¯t say,
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We have come now to the end.
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White shores are calling.
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You and I will meet again.
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And you¡¯ll be here in my arms,
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Just sleeping.
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What can you see,
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on the horizon?
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Why do the white gulls call?
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Across the sea,
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a pale moon rises.
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The ships have come,
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to carry you home.
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And all will turn,
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to silver glass.
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A light on the water.
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Grey ships pass
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Into the West.
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Into The West - ¹ÝÁöÀÇ Á¦¿Õ : ¿ÕÀÇ ±Íȯ
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| Annie Lennox |
