I will not go down
On the feast of Stephen
I will not sail away
On the Rights of Man
Never saw the sun
When I was leaving
I’m sure it smiles on you all
Now and then
Tender is the night upon your pillow
Tender is the light above our door
Tender is the night upon this airplane
But tender is the hope of coming home
You know every traveller has a self-deception
You know every sailor longs for time on shore
Leaving is a feeling that I hate but
Homesick is a longing I get more and mor

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