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I went to the summer rock on the bend
I caught your heart and it broke my hand
It twinkled like stars and said, “My friend,
You won’t be alone. Just pretend.”

He was eighteen and far from home
With God-worn hands and words tall as the sun
He said, “Don’t wait for me, time will come
When I’ll come sailing home.”

I’ll walk with you to the edge of the shore
To the East and back like never before
Just wait by the sea and sing some more
I’ll come sailing with treasures of lore

We went to the summer rock on the hill
We threw our hearts out into the sea
So that yours and ours may swim free
We’ll twinkle like stars and light up the sea