Morning ever greets my weary eyes
With nought but rolling sea
Tossing endless miles of white-capped waves
Haunting, mocking me.
Chorus:
Roll on, roll on, roll on,
Thou cruel and leering sea.
Roll on, roll on, roll on,
To God, that I were free.
You hold me, chained with white and burning suns
What could you want with me?
Good God, can someone hear my castaway song?
No, no one but the sea.
Chorus x2
Oh God, can someone hear my castaway song?
No one but the sea.
No one but the sea.
No, no one but the sea.
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