When I left early this year, how I wound up here is anyone's guess
When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again
Goodbye Brielle
Only whispers can tell
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well
I'll see you around our dear ocean town
The frozen days we set ablaze
Sent me drifting away
Like a butterfly, you floated by and now you're alone
I wish I knew when I'll be back again
So until then I wish you well
My dear Brielle
When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again...
... Brielle, Sky Sailing
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