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I'm looking out

Through the shoreline trees

And as always

The gold light shines

Through the bright green leaves

But something's not right

I don't hear the call,

Hear it calling me

My rapport with the land

Ain't what it used to be

Sun kissed my face

Wind howls its embrace

And the sands dance about

Like willow limbs

From my shadow

Like a ghost left billowing

Rip from the current

These Northern hills

And these Southern reeds

Can no longer

Pronounce my name

So I take my leave

But that's alright

Cause I hear the call

I hear it calling me

That promised land

Where I will raise my keep

Sun kissed my face

Wind howls its embrace

And the sands dance about

Like willow limbs

From my shadow

Like a ghost left billowing

O my dear shores

Gold above, Great below

Though I must go

Know that I go forth

With your light

Into the wild world

Brandishing your might

Rip from the current

Hear, my shores,

This proclamation:

Now I leave to you

My deeds, I leave this to you

Every glorious occasion

Where I learned how to be free

My hallelujahs

I leave them to you

O my Isle

Sun kissed my face

Wind howls embrace

Sands dance about

Like willow limbs

From a ghost left billowing