Lay down Your sweet and weary head Night is falling, You have come to journey's end. Sleep now, And dream of the ones who came before. They are calling From across the distant shore.
Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see All of your fears will pass away, Safe in my arms You're only sleeping.
What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises -- The ships have come to carry you home.
Dawn will turn To silver glass A light on the water All souls pass.
Hope fades Into the world of night Through shadows falling Out of memory and time. Don't say, "we have come now to the end." White shores are calling You and I will meet again.
And you'll be here in my arms Just sleeping.
What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises -- The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn To silver glass A light on the water Grey ships pass Into the west
Compositores: Ann Lennox (Annie Lennox) (PRS), Frances Rosemary Walsh (Walsh Fran) (APRA), Howard Shore (Shore H) (ASCAP)Editores: La Lennoxa Ltd, New Line Tunes (ASCAP), South Fifth Avenue Pub (ASCAP)Publicado em 2012 (21/Mar) e lançado em 2003 (18/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #1202497 e fonograma #2429795 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM