I put myself to sea, It's been 10,000 days

Carried on a steady breeze that comes from younger ways

Then from high above, the lookout sounds the tone

Atlantic looming dead ahead

So catch the current home


There's a maiden there upon the distant shore

Is she waiting patiently for my return

Her's the purest love that I have ever known

Atlantic calls

So catch the current home


The navigator sits, he tracks and charts the sun

He calculates the full eclipse and sails beneath each one

To catch a fleeting glimpse is all my life's become

A momentary bit of bliss

It's there and then it's gone


I traveled east and west and north and south again

I've seen the faces of 1000 different  lands

But time has brought a lonely ache into my bones

Atlantic calls

So catch the current home


Can I quell the constant calling of the sea

Or will the love of this fair maiden rescue me?

The pound of waves relays a message loud and strong

Atlantic calls

So catch the current home


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