Over that ocean so wide
Across Mountains mantled blue
Tossed ashore by the tide
A ship's prow named after you
On an island in a stormy sea
between the broken wood
the waves flow now quietly
I'd be there if I could
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My soul flies hearing sounds of your bells.
The salty brine sends a mist
Clouds gather overhead
The only one I've ever missed
Shall I forever regret the dead?
So deep down in your watery grave
as I weep in sorrows hands
My only heart to you I gave
By dying, broke it, into strands
Away, Far Away
Over deserts, valleys, hills, and dells
My sould dies hearing sounds of your bells
A sneer on your lip, but want in your eye.
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