Lay down
your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
you [bad word] to journey's end.
Sleep now,
and dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
all of your fears will pass away,
safe in my arms
you're only sleeping.

What can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises --
The ships [bad word] to carry you home.

Dawn will turn
to silver glass
light on the water
All souls pass.

Hope fades
into the world of night
through shadows falling
out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We [bad word] now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.

What can you see
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
a pale moon rises -
The ships [bad word] to carry you home.

And all will turn
to silver glass
light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.