I'm home from the sea, my soul(sole) melody
I’ve been away roaming far away from here
weathered some storms, my heart unafraid
crossed every ocean in the boat (of love) that you made
Been blowing my horn, scaring the spooks
No crotchets or quavers in my books
Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein 
like Perry (a bird) on his own flight in his domain in the sky
Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
the moon on the water and the sound of guitars
Glide into the homing as the night falls
to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall
And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
who stands at the fire where a poet’s dreams roast
He can’t know the story, he can’t feel the pain
and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky
You’re a light in the dark, a beacon of hope
and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay
and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky...
And Harry doesn't mind if he don't make the scene
Kill to Get Crimson Mark Knopfler In The Sky
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