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The thundering waves are me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, to you

On a new year's night
On the west coast of
I your voice singing
Your eyes the song
Your hands played the
T'was a vision me.

We left the music behind as the dance on
As we stole away to the
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our
And sadness you paused.

Suddenly I that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your told me so
Yet it was there I felt the of time
And I why.

As we cast our gaze on the sea
A vision came me
Of thundering and beating wings
In above.

As you turned to go I heard you my name,
You were a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
"The old are lost," you sang as you flew
And I why.

The thundering waves are calling me home, to you
The sea is calling me home, home to you

The thundering waves are calling me home, to you
The sea is calling me home, home to you