
The harbour’s lights are shining
to guide the sailors home
The lover’s hearts are pining
while sons and lovers roam.
Come the grey dawn the sun will rise
and winds blow from offshore,
the fleet will sail in on the tide,
safe in their homes once more.
Beautiful.
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That is so beautiful, truly. 🙂
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Are you sitting looking in a mirror?
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Oh, you are a flatterer 🙂
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Yes ever since I was run over by a Burrell in Norfolk I have been a flatter er.
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Burrell, eh. I’ve known some Burrells.
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