THE CALL
The song of the Siren calling me
Calling me
Long and low the song prevails
Calling me, Calling me home
Over the fjords the sound of the horn
Echos through the hills
Reaching out beyond the sea
Pulling at my heart
Tearing at my inner part
Calling me home
Betta awaits at the rill
Her voice so sweet
Her form so dear
While I now await the thrill
Our love so great
My love so near
Rushing back, the sheets do pull
The winds blow up, the sails are full
Carry me quickly, quickly on
Calling me - Calling me home
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