[Intro] [Low Whistle] [Sparse Guitar] [Intimate] [Verse 1] [Whispered] [Breathy] The candle's lit, the same as last night, I set it in the window for your ship to find the light, The herring boats come home with the tide, But no one's seen your coat, no one's seen your eyes. [Verse 2] [Soulful] They say the war is turning, they say it's nearly done, They say the glens are quiet where the fighting's come undone, But quiet's not the same as home, And a letter's not the same as skin and bone. [Pre-Chorus] [Building Energy] So I'll walk the low road, I'll walk it in the rain, I'll count the ships that pass me by and count them all again, [Chorus] [Powerful] [Harmonies] [Emotional Climax] Oh my soldier boy, come home to me, Come home across the grey, grey sea, I've kept the fire, I've kept the door, I'll keep them lit 'til you're mine once more, Come home, come home, come home to me. [Verse 3] [Raspy] [Gritty] My mother says to stop my watching, says it does me harm, Says a woman shouldn't wear her heart pinned to her arm, But I'll wear it where the whole world sees, 'Til you're walking up that road to me. [Instrumental Break] [Fiddle] [Orchestral swell] [Building Energy] [Verse 4] [Powerful] [Vibrato] I dreamed you home in April, I dreamed you home in May, I dreamed the pipes were playing as you marched up from the bay, I woke up with the gulls at dawn, And dreamed the dream all over, love, 'til it was gone. [Chorus] [Powerful] [Harmonized Chorus] [Emotional Climax] Oh my soldier boy, come home to me, Come home across the grey, grey sea, I've kept the fire, I've kept the door, I'll keep them lit 'til you're mine once more, Come home, come home, come home to me. [Bridge] [Quiet arrangement] [Falling tension] [Slow Down] A letter came, the writing wasn't yours, Just three cold lines and a seal upon the door, Said you fell where the heather meets the shore, Said you won't be coming home no more... [Final Verse] [Whispered] [Fragile] [Slow Down] So I'll light the candle, same as every night, Set it in the window, though you'll never see the light, The herring boats come home with the tide, And I'm the only ghost left standing at the tideline. [Outro] [Low Whistle] [Silence] [Fading] Come home... come home... come home to me...
