Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling [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
 [bad word] 
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
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
 [bad word] 
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
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