Ocean Rising

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, rising
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