Текст: Thrice. The Whaler.

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My lover's arms
Well they beg me to stay
I know the stars
They will sweep me away
My daughter's eyes
They are two tiny seas
Whose water will rise
And they will run down her cheeks

Father where do you go?
So far out upon the sea
when are you coming home to me?
Darling, why do you leave?
The north wind begins to blow
Will you be coming home to me?

The boat and the plank
They are all that I know
The sea calls my name
And so I must go
While they still sleep
I slip out the door
How can I leave when my anchor's ashore

Father where do you go?
It's farther than I can see
when are you coming home to me?
Darling, why do you leave?
The north wind begins to blow
Will you be coming home to me?