It's the North Devon winters
That drive us all to sea
To the cold banks, searching for the shoals
I am a week away from Father
And the nets are drifting free
Still empty, and there's nothing in our hold
So we turn to the north for the last time
It's one more hope, then we'll head for home
Four hours up on deck, then four hours down below
Thinking of you, waking all alone
Seven days and seven hours have passed
Since we said goodbye beside the old sea wall
And every sunrise, every sunset
I dream of you over the orange ocean and I pray
And as I wait I remember your gentle touch and your face
And I miss you, and I love you
Where are you, love? Are you out there in the night?
Think of me. The waiting fire still burns
Where are you, love? It's the early morning light
That wakes me. When will you return?
I am deep in the heart
Of a storm-rolling sea
A hundred miles from safety on the shore
But lost in your arms, that's where I should be
Rescue me, let us sail no more
Where are you, love? Are you out there in the night?
Think of me. The waiting fire still burns.
Where are you, love? It's the early morning light
That takes me, on a rising tide
And breaks me, by the waterside
That wakes me, as the waves collide,
When will you return?
