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 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.