There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
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Tomorrow for old England she sails
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Far away from your land of endless sunshine
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To my land full of rainy skies and gales
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And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
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Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
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And the taste of war I know so very well
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Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
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Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
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I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
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But how bitter will be this last farewell
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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Though death and darkness gather all about me
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My ship be torn apart upon the seas
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I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
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And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
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And should I return home safe again to England
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I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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The Last Farewell
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| Roger Whittaker |
