Now the blue, the blue is calling
And my heart, the current carries on
Though I'll be leaving when morning paints you
I will not be gone

Now the blue, the blue is calling
And my heart, the current carries on
Though I'll be leaving when morning paints you
I will not be gone

If you go down to the harbour
And you find a place amongst the trees
You may hear a silent Music
That's where I will be.