Letra

The harbor lights were shining, the moon was at its high The captain said, "Thank God we're home, we've drunk the barrels dry" The mizzen mast was shaken and the lanterns all burned low I'd never thought we'd make it, but we've 20 leagues to go So blow you southern trades and guide me safely to the shore I'll never ever gonna sail the seven seas no more I don't wanna miss the sand in my hair The roll of the tide and the salt in the air Deep inside, it's true I'm a home lovin' man comin' on home to you I don't wanna miss the wind in my eyes The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies Although I've traveled far I'm a home loving man and home is where you are The crowd upon the quayside, their faces long and drawn Are suddenly awakened as we sail in on the dawn The wives, the sons, the lovers, who never gave up hope All breathe a sigh together as they reach to catch the rope God bless you, southern trades, you got me safely back this time Oh, you'll never have the need again to save this soul of mine I don't wanna miss the sand in my hair The roll of the tide and the salt in the air Deep inside, it's true I'm a home-lovin' man comin' on home to you I don't wanna miss the wind in my eyes The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies Although I've traveled far I'm a home loving man home is where you are Yes, I don't wanna miss the sand in my hair The roll of the tides and the salt in the air Deep inside it's true I'm a home lovin' man comin' on home to you I don't wanna miss the wind in my eyes The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies
Writer(s): Tony Macaulay, Roger Frederick Cook, Roger John Reginald Greenaway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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