The boat it rocks,
And the water it crashes,
But still the lady she waits.
The people they sit,
And dreams they do soar,
But still ahead lie their fates.
The island it looms,
And comes ever closer,
But still they must go through the gates.
The New Land is ahead,
And their future it hangs,
But that noble green lady she waits.
And the water it crashes,
But still the lady she waits.
The people they sit,
And dreams they do soar,
But still ahead lie their fates.
The island it looms,
And comes ever closer,
But still they must go through the gates.
The New Land is ahead,
And their future it hangs,
But that noble green lady she waits.
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