Dreamin’ of the sea The wind is off the shadowed land The dawn’s behind the Cowan’s Hill The boats equipped the engine’s warm I wave goodbye and let the mooring slip Port Logan shrinks behind me now The silent stars come sweeping down From Ireland beams of white reach...
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