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 Sing to the night

To a moon almost full,

Cold air on my face

Winters kiss, a blessing to this fool

Hear the voices,

The sound of ropes under strain

The sails billowing grateful

Sea spray

The kindest of rains

Under stars that do guide us

Our course keen and true

And my thoughts turn to landfall that awaits us

To the girls, fair maidens all,

In far ports my sweet women shall I give my love to you,

When this tall ship comes a calling

Such tales old and new

Shall my lips softly whisper

As you lie in my arms love

My love only to you.