Bells on the Hill

(G. Gothard, W. Gothard, S. Gothard)

He’s out at sea, sailing through the teal blue water
The ocean breeze carries him so far
He’s out at sea, cutting through the ice blue water
Through deepest night, he’s steering by a star

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The bells on the hill are ringing out loud
Ring for our sailors, they’re coming home now
The sun fills the warm sand, the waves touch the shore
As my sailor comes home to me

He writes to me, treasures from a far-off island
Of wondrous things I’ve never seen before
He writes to me, cities castles wild and unknown
The gifts he’ll bring, from a foreign shore

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He promised me, he will be coming home tomorrow
So there I’ll be, watching from the cove
He promised me, he’s running down the ramp tomorrow
So there I’ll be, to bring him home with me

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