At the stroke of the oar the waves
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are agitated
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Light is the boat
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At the noise of the water my sorrow
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gets deeper
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And my soul is sobbing.
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Because of so many troubles
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My anguished love cries out to you
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You are very far away
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And my soul finds itself alone,
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all alone.
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Tired traveler who returns to the port
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From faraway lands
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What strange pilot sailed your boat
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Without a sail, without an anchor
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From where do you come, that you have
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torn to pieces
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Your sails so white.
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You left singing
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And today you return, bringing death
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in your soul.
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I am the sailor who happily from Guaymas
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Left one morning
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Carrying in my boat, like a guiding bird,
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My sweet hope
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Through unknown seas
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The storm overwhelmed my sacred
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yearnings
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That's why my efforts are broken
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And I bring death in the soul.
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You left singing
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And today you return
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Bringing death in your soul.
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The Boat From Guaymas
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Linda Ronstadt |