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We were one week out from London town With our journey near it's end And our hold was full of gold and trade And we had our coin to spend Oh we're homeward bound to our last port o' call And our time on the sea is done Soon we'll be on a green and pleasant shore With the rest we've sorely won We were five days out from London town And the wind was at our back And our ship was sailin' hard and fast And the sky was turning black Oh we're homeward bound to our last port o' call But this squall's got our sails stretched tight And those black hungry clouds and that indigo sea Won't let go without a fight We were three days out from London town When we had to lower our sails For the sea was a rough and wanton bitch And the wind's a banshee's wail Oh we're homeward bound to our last port o' call Letras de cancionesAnd the waves how high they crash Washin' clean our deck of all they find And the salt spray's like a lash We were two days out from London town And our Captain was no more Now he has his post beneath the sea On the ocean bottom's floor Oh we're homeward bound to our last port o' call And the hold's taking water fast This cold sea storm has taken its due As it's shatterin' our mast Oh we're one day out from London town And the sea is smooth as glass Not a soul on the waves Not a cloud in the sky Nothing marking where we'd passed Oh we're homeward bound to our last port o' call And our time on the sea is done Soon we'll be on a green and pleasant shore With the rest we've sorely won From Letras Mania