You're walking along a wind-swept seafront with the cold north wind in your hair
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You're looking out over the restless sea all you ever seem to do is stare
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Over there beyond the white-flecked waves and the mist that spoils your view
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Like a jewel in the sea is your country of old, the place that means everything to you
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You may like the place that you're living in now but the place you really want to be
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Is your country of birth, yeah the place you grew up, the jewel in the sea
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Back to the jewel in the sea
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The place that means everything to me
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A land that is beautiful and free
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Back to the jewel in the sea
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You're wondering why you ever went away, you're missing everything you've known
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Silly little things like the lake down in the park and wondering if the trees have grown
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You miss the food and the friendly atmosphere, the morning papers and the tea
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You're getting homesick 'cos you're thinking back, of the jewel in the sea
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(Repeat Chorus)
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solo
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(Repeat Chorus)
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You've made up you're mind, go down the travel agency and book a ticket on the plane
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You're happier now than you've been for several years, 'cos you're going back home again
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You've been a traveler for quite a few years, but you're going where you want to be
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Back to the place where you were born and bred, back to the jewel in the sea
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(Repeat Chorus)
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The Jewel in the Sea
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| Skrewdriver |
