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On the strand beneath the towering cliffs, |
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We said goodbye to the helmsman |
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The best man I ever sailed with |
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Across the seven oceans |
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Steering, gazing out ahead |
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As the ragged crew were singing |
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And the wild life and stories told |
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As the misty dawns were breaking |
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And the North Star is not a bright star |
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But a guiding star |
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It took us over mountains to the East |
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Through the maze of city streets |
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To the Sennen Cove shore |
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Tonight I stood in the empty street |
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As a heavy snow was falling |
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I saw a flight of geese passing fast and low just above the rooftops |
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Godspeed and I thought of him |
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As they vanished into the white-out |
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And Godspeed to all of us |
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Vanishing into the white-out |
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And the North Star is not a bright star |
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But helmsman's star |
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He took us over mountains to the East |
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Through the maze of city streets |
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To the Sennen Cove shore |
