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| SOMEWHERE, out on the blue seas sailing, | |
| Where the winds dance and spin; | |
| Beyond the reach of my eager hailing, | |
| Over the breakers’ din; | |
| Out where the dark storm-clouds are lifting, | 5 |
| Out where the blinding fog is drifting, | |
| Out where the treacherous sand is shifting, | |
| My ship is coming in. | |
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| Oh, I have watched till my eyes were aching, | |
| Day after weary day; | 10 |
| Oh, I have hoped till my heart was breaking, | |
| While the long nights ebbed away; | |
| Could I but know where the waves had tossed her, | |
| Could I but know what storms had crossed her, | |
| Could I but know where the winds had lost her, | 15 |
| Out in the twilight gray! | |
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| But though the storms her course have altered, | |
| Surely the port she ’ll win; | |
| Never my faith in my ship has faltered, | |
| I know she is coming in. | 20 |
| For through the restless ways of her roaming, | |
| Through the mad rush of the wild waves foaming, | |
| Through the white crest of the billows combing, | |
| My ship is coming in. | |
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| Breasting the tides where the gulls are flying, | 25 |
| Swiftly she ’s coming in; | |
| Shallows and deeps and rocks defying, | |
| Bravely she ’s coming in; | |
| Precious the love she will bring to bless me, | |
| Snowy the arms she will bring to caress me, | 30 |
| In the proud purple of kings she will dress me, | |
| My ship that is coming in. | |
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| White in the sunshine her sails will be gleaming, | |
| See, where my ship comes in; | |
| At mast-head and peak her colors streaming, | 35 |
| Proudly she ’s sailing in; | |
| Love, hope, and joy on her decks are cheering, | |
| Music will welcome her glad appearing, | |
| And my heart will sing at her stately nearing, | |
| When my ship comes in. | 40 |
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