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the southwestern wind it will blow once again blowing steady at its pace and i'm trav'ling at the pleasure of a lonely man's leisure sailing 'cross the ocean grace there's a heavy heavy burden on the last of my two dollars hidden in the neck of my guitar case and i'm trying to make a pasttime out of living on the last dime sailing 'cross this ocean grace and you can count the goodbyes with the tears in my eyes rolling down this weathered face with the pocket of a poor man and the love of a woman i'm sailing 'cross the ocean grace and there's a cradle in the valley of the appalachian mountains Songtextewhere the wood is split to crack in the fireplace and the winter is a shepherd and she calls me with a soft word sailing across the oean grace and the candle in the window it flickers a reminder the morning sun will show its face and a pally of the traveler in catching what he's after sailing across the ocean grace and you can count the goodbyes with the tears in my eyes rolling down this weathered face with the pocket of a poor man and the love of a woman i'm sailing 'cross the ocean grace And the name is in the paper and it reads across the pages a sailor lost at sea without a trace and I'm itching away the hot hand as I'm stepping off the dry land sailing across the Ocean Grace Aus Songtexte Mania