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

Sleep now
Dream—of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a 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
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 arm
Just sleeping

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