I dream of the ocean and the beautiful skies rolling out to sea I dream of the ocean and the rip of the tide west of Finnistair The weight of the water pouring down, holding on to me I dream of the ocean, rising, rising
I dream of the ocean - through the night the ghosts are sailing still The James Caird steering east by north-east through the wild Atlantic swell The men lie soaked and cold beneath the sail on a bed of ballast stone They hear the boss cry out - I can see them now, the snow-capped peaks of land But it was the ocean, rising, rising A forty foot wall of water crashing down They held their breath and prayed to God in the hour of death To save them From the ocean, rising, rising I dream of the ocean, rising, rising
And so the years they flow and journey's end The old crew sailed south again And they buried the boss by the melting snow In the summer winds on the island And now the ice it cracks and falls away, driven in the storms And I'll be there - where the sky touches the sea At the edge of the ocean where the beautiful world fades into the grey I dream of the ocean, rising, rising I dream of the ocean, rising, risingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
