O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.
And all along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.
Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell.
I was never satisfied with casual encounters, I can't hide my need for two hearts that bleed with burning love.
Our heart is restless until it rests in You.
We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.
We only part to meet again., Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be, The faithful compass that still points to thee.
The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.
Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey. Nothing shakes the heart so much as meeting-far, far away-what you last met at home.
Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew, longer than there've been stars up in the heavens, I've been in love with you.
You'll never know that you had all of me. You'll never know the poetry you've stirred in me.
