作曲 : Roger Cook/Roger Greenaway/Tony Macaulay
(Hummed intro)
The harbor lights were shining,
The moon was in its high.
The captain said, "Thank God we're home!
We've drunk the barrels dry."
The mizzen mast was shaken,
And the lanterns all burned low,
I'd never thought we'd make it
But we've twenty leagues to go
So blow you southern trades
And guide me safely to the shore,
I'm never ever gonna sail
The seven seas no more
I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you
I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes,
The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
Although I've traveled far
I'm a home lovin' man,
And home is where you are
The crowd upon the quayside
Their faces long and drawn
Are suddenly awakened
As we sail in on the dawn
The wives, the sons, the lovers,
Who never gave up hope
All breathe a sigh together
As they reach to catch the rope
God bless you, southern trades,
You got me safely back this time
Oh, you'll never have the need again
To save this soul of mine
I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you
I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes,
The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
Although I've traveled far
I'm a home lovin' man,
And home is where you are
Yes, I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tides and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you...
作曲 : Roger Cook/Roger Greenaway/Tony Macaulay
(Hummed intro)
The harbor lights were shining,
The moon was in its high.
The captain said, "Thank God we're home!
We've drunk the barrels dry."
The mizzen mast was shaken,
And the lanterns all burned low,
I'd never thought we'd make it
But we've twenty leagues to go
So blow you southern trades
And guide me safely to the shore,
I'm never ever gonna sail
The seven seas no more
I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you
I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes,
The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
Although I've traveled far
I'm a home lovin' man,
And home is where you are
The crowd upon the quayside
Their faces long and drawn
Are suddenly awakened
As we sail in on the dawn
The wives, the sons, the lovers,
Who never gave up hope
All breathe a sigh together
As they reach to catch the rope
God bless you, southern trades,
You got me safely back this time
Oh, you'll never have the need again
To save this soul of mine
I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you
I know I'm gonna miss the wind in my eyes,
The shimmer of light when the seagull flies
Although I've traveled far
I'm a home lovin' man,
And home is where you are
Yes, I know I'm gonna miss the sand in my hair,
The roll of the tides and the salt in the air
Deep inside it's true
I'm a home lovin' man,
Comin' on home to you...