Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling,
You [bad word] to journey’s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of 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.
And all 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.