The Havens
On the shores of land Where the seabirds cry And the waves swirl their foam As they wander and sing, There’s a waiting ship For the quiet ones Who turn from the labors And sorrows life brings. Weep For those seeking the Havens, For the land will be barren of much that was fair. Softly Heard, songs of the Havens, For so many voices no longer sing there. By the light of stars Turning in their paths And the shine of their faces Though the dawning be grey, There’s a place for tears For those left behind Whose hearts feel the parting As they stand by the quay. Weep For those seeking the Havens, Not all tears are evil though many will fall. Farewell Dear ones of the Havens; Crossing the waters, remember our call. For this precious one Going to his peace The one who was bearing The burden so lasting, Now the time has come To bid friends farewell For they will be whole, Though they weep at his passing. Weep For those seeking the Havens, Though the grieving will wane and healing will come. Starlight In his hand is still shining Though the brightness of stars are soon lost in the sun. Soft are the tears at the Havens, For the brightness of stars Are soon lost in the sun.
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