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The Wind tells stories Of those lost at sea As night is creeping closer A light in the Window And a song in your Heart I just want to come home I smell the earth And dream of the sea My days are getting shorter Three steps from the grave Two wishes from home The night is nearly over If fate would come To break my stride Before I reach the harbour Lay me down In the same cold ground That wore me to the bone Speak no words And shed no tears They will be lost forever Three steps from the grave Two wishes from home The night is nearly over Let the rains come To wash us all away Time to let go of these old hands of mine Raise your fists Towards the sky Days are slowly fading I curse the ground I walk upon Won’t carry me any longer Break the soil And dig a hole Go sit in it forever Three steps from the grave Two wishes from home The night is nearly over Let the rains come To wash us all away Time to let go of these old hands of mine