Lyrics Nothing on the Dry Land - Tom McRae
Lost
my
kids,
I
lost
my
wife,
Now
I′m
leaving
on
a
tide.
Nothing
on
the
dry
land
was
ever
worth
the
price.
But
my
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
From
the
ruins
of
my
home
Built
a
ship
from
skin
and
bone
Nothing
in
the
old
world
will
ever
keep
me
warm.
Like
my
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
In
the
storm
I
lost
a
must,
My
little
ship
became
a
rust,
Carried
on
the
high
wind
I
heard
a
voice
Of
my
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
Hold
on
to
me,
hold
on
to
me,
Hold
on
to
me,
hold
on
to
me.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
body
washed
up
on
the
sand,
Covered
by
a
stranger's
hand
And
cold,
and
broke,
and
opened,
I
was
free
to
fly.
To
my
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
My
love,
my
love,
my
love.
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