It's the North Devon winters That drive us all to sea To the cold banks, searching for the shoals I am a week away from Father And the nets are drifting free Still empty, and there's nothing in our hold So we turn to the north for the last time It's one more hope, then we'll head for home Four hours up on deck, then four hours down below Thinking of you, waking all alone Seven days and seven hours have pa**ed Since we said goodbye beside the old sea wall And every sunrise, every sunset I dream of you over the orange ocean and I pray And as I wait I remember your gentle touch and your face And I miss you, and I love you Where are you, love? Are you out there in the night? Think of me. The waiting fire still burns Where are you, love? It's the early morning light That wakes me. When will you return? I am deep in the heart Of a storm-rolling sea A hundred miles from safety on the shore But lost in your arms, that's where I should be Rescue me, let us sail no more Where are you, love? Are you out there in the night? Think of me. The waiting fire still burns. Where are you, love? It's the early morning light That takes me, on a rising tide And breaks me, by the waterside That wakes me, as the waves collide, When will you return?