Arlah

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Dooooooo...

Dooooooo...
Do do dooooooo...
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Dooooooo...

I drift hours a day
A prize of slumber
My heavy eye is closed
A gentle breeze blows through my hair
A sailor's cry echoes

Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Ho...

The waves crawl so lay with me
The tide heaven's luring me
Yet still I cannot go
My anchor's fast below

The heavy day still weighs upon
My troubled mind, hollow if that
I draw center lune and finally grow tired

Dooooooo...
Do do dooooooo...
Do do dooooooo...
Dooooooo...

I drift hours a day
A prize of slumber
My heavy eye is closed
One final call, I set my sails
They billow far and ready

Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Heave ho
Ho...