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Heavenly waters that kiss the white cliffs,

Set like a stone in the silver and mist,

Green are the hills that are hard not to miss,

When I'm far, when I'm far from my home,

Washed by the rivers and blessed by the sun,

Shaped by the clouds that are always above,

Dream of the rain that I learnt how to love,

When I'm far, when I'm far from my home,

Wander the moors that would give me a name,

Singing along with the birds on the lakes,

Words on the wind carried over the waves,

When I'm far, when I'm far from my home