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distant voices drift almost unheard
the ancient song they're singing
turn to face a gold horizon
and feel the tide it's bringing
suddenly the wind picks up
the sails fill out and I am lost
but the sea forgets no one
then I see the waves pull back
reveal the dunes of the sands of time
where the island meets the sun
now that the waters have gone
I can see where the land was going
I know that the river's gone
I swear I still can hear it flowing
suddenly the wind picks up
the sails fill out and I am lost
but the sea forgives no one
then I see the waves pull back
reveal the dunes of the sands of time
where the island meets the sun