The Wind tells stories
Of those lost at sea
As night is creeping closer
A light in the Window
And a song in your Heart
I just want to come home
I smell the earth
And dream of the sea
My days are getting shorter
Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over
If fate would come
To break my stride
Before I reach the harbour
Lay me down
In the same cold ground
That wore me to the bone
Speak no words
And shed no tears
They will be lost forever
Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over
Let the rains come
To wash us all away
Time to let go of these old hands of mine
Raise your fists
Towards the sky
Days are slowly fading
I curse the ground
I walk upon
Won’t carry me any longer
Break the soil
And dig a hole
Go sit in it forever
Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over
Let the rains come
To wash us all away
Time to let go of these old hands of mine
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