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brenda wootton - to the sea lyrics

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see the beaten fisherman, dreaming in his sleep
his rocking chair is rolling over oceans
remembering the early days of running to the boats
down to the sea

lonely girl on empty beach, talking to the stars
we’ll trade them all for strings of beads and crystals
can’t you see them strung along, the curling of each wave
there in the sea

solemn morning aftertaste in chimney smoking town
all the sun can give him is the morning
echoes in the rushing tap remind him he should bе
home by the sea

see thе beaten fisherman, dreaming in his sleep
his rocking chair is rolling over oceans
remembering the early days of running to the boats
down to the sea
down to the sea
the sea

- brenda wootton lyrics

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