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Little light shining
Little light will guide them to me
My face is all lit up
My face is all lit up
If they find me racing white horses
They'll not take me for a boy
Let me be weak
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep
Attention shipping information in sea areas
Bell Rock, Tiree
(Cromaty, gale east) come here with me now
Oh, I'll wake up
To any sound of engines
Every gull a seeking craft
I can't keep my eyes open
Wish I had my radio
I'd tune in to some friendly voices
Talking 'bout stupid things
I can't be left to my imagination
Let me be weak
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep
Ooh, their breath is warm
And they smell like sleep
And they say they'd take me home
Like poppies, heavy with seed
They take me deeper and deeper
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