Ever at night I dream of home,
Beneath this starry moon-bright dome,
Edo, Guam or in Tuscany,
Over the star-flecked briny foam
There’s the call of a satin sea.
My heart is marked with a restless scar
Soothed in Greenland or Zanzibar,
And home is where I long to be
Charted under a special star
At the call of a satin sea.
Sometimes I’m close, so near, so near,
The thought of home is all that’s dear,
At the mouth of the River Dee
A Siren song will reach my ear,
It’s the call of a satin sea.
Here am I with my grief in tow
Through gales that batter my ship with snow.
When will it mean an end for me?
When last the storms of heaven blow
Will end the call of a satin sea.
Ever at night I dream of home,
Beneath this starry moon-bright dome,
Edo, Guam or in Tuscany,
Over the star-flecked briny foam
There’s the call of a satin sea.
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Submission Name: The Call Of The Sea
