| The hound bays, the sheep graze
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| I’m counting the boats in the bay
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| As they float they seem to say:
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| «I'm counting the waves, I’m counting the waves»
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| The men in the boats, they wave to their wives and say:
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| «I'm counting the hours, counting the hours
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| Counting the hours in the day»
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| I’m counting the gulls that sit on the waves
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| Surrounding the boats in the bay
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| I’m counting the miles till we’re there
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| Where the sun and the rain and the snow
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| Fall on the seeds and make them grow
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| Fall on the rocks and make them crack
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| Into pebbles and into sand
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| Which is where I like to stand
|
| The hound bays, the sheep graze
|
| I’m counting the boats in the bay
|
| As they float they seem to say:
|
| «I'm counting the waves, I’m counting the waves»
|
| The men in the boats, they wave to their wives and say:
|
| «I'm counting the hours, counting the hours
|
| Counting the hours in the day»
|
| I’m counting the gulls that sit on the waves
|
| Surrounding the boats in the bay
|
| I’m counting the miles till we’re there
|
| Where the sun and the rain and the snow
|
| Fall on the seeds and make them grow
|
| Fall on the rocks and make them crack
|
| Into pebbles and into sand
|
| Which is where I like to stand |