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THERE'S a light out there in the nearer east / In the dawn of Nineteen Nine; / There's the old ghost light in the salty yeast / Where the black rocks meet the brine. / Here's the same old strife and toil in vain -- / Here's the same old hope and doubt -- / Here's the same old useless care and pain -- / And the sea is my way out -- / My dear -- / The sea is my way out.
'Tis a grey and a sad old sea for me -- / With a growing grey head too. / Oh, the heads were brown and the eyes were bright / When the sea was white and blue. / It was round the world and home again, / We could turn and turn about, / And the sea means exile now in vain, / But the sea is my way out -- / My dear -- / The sea is my way out.