The sea calls, out to an old hand
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To go sailing to new lands
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They pay for your worth
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Bread drink and a berth...Ah honey I've got to go
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The ship took the crew off to new lands
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The boson piped all hands
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And with it you'll go
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A journey to the unknown...Ah honey I've got to go
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The road bends, back to where we sent
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The signals out to the men
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Did they make it on board
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With fire and the sword?
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Ah honey I've got to go
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Can you hear the winds blow?
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It shakes your spirit and your soul
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I've tried, to stay true and stay on land
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But the call of the ocean
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Is so hard to ignore
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It's why I'm leaving your door...Ah honey, I've got to go
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I've seen, a ship with a black sail
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When the wind howls and the ghosts wail
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Dead men they don't bite
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Their faces haunt me at night
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Ah honey I've got to go
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Can you hear the waves roar?
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And no sound of the shore
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It shakes you spirit and your soul
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I dream of sailing the oceans
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In a galleon all golden
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Dead trees in the hearth
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The way they burn it warms the heart...Ah honey I've got to go
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The years passed, we travelled and sailed west
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I'll buy you a new dress
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With all of my gold
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Free your spirit and your soul
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Ah honey, I've got to go
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Can you hear the winds blow?
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Shakes your spirit and your soul
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I've got to go...
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The Sea Calls
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| Richard Hawley |
