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Well, it's written in the wind 'fore the story does begin
I will go back to my kin across the sea
That's a bird that's on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home
Endlessly
Well, the further I must go then the nearer I must stay
Men have sailed
The seven seas to be free
Then like that bird that's on the wing and is flying free
He can hear
The song of home
Endlessly
I can see the harbor lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
All up and down the lough
Calling
From the rocky shores of Maine, I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart longs to be
And the bird that's on the wing
And it's flying free
It can hear the song of home
Endlessly
Can see the harbor lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
Goes up and down the lough
Calling, calling
From the rocky shores of Spain
I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart will always be
And like a bird that's on the wing
And is flying free
It can hear the song of home
Endlessly
It can hear the song of home
Endlessly
It can hear the song of home
Endlessly
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