(Hummed intro)

 The harbor lights were shining,
 The moon was at its high.
 The captain said, "Thank God we're home!
 We've drunk the barrels dry."
 The mizzen mast was shaken,
 And the lanterns all burned low,
 I'd never thought we'd make it
 But we've twenty leagues to go
 So blow you southern trades 
 And guide me safely to the shore,
 I'll never ever gonna sail
 The seven seas no more

 CHORUS: 
 I don't want to miss the sand in my hair,
 The roll of the tide and the salt in the air
 Deep inside it's true 
 I'm a home lovin' man
 Comin' on home to you
 I don't want to miss the wind in my eyes,
 The shimmerin' light when the seagull flies
 Lo, I've traveled far
 I'm a home loving man,
 Home is where you are

 The crowd upon the quayside
 Their faces long and drawn 
 Are suddenly awakened 
 As we sail in on the dawn
 The wives, the sons, the lovers,
 Who never gave up hope 
 All breathe a sigh together
 As they reach to catch the rope 

 God bless you, southern trades,
 You got me safely back this time
 Oh, you'll never have the need again
 To save this soul of mine

 CHORUS

 REPEAT CHORUS:
 Yes, I don't want to miss the sand in my hair,
 The roll of the tides and the salt in the air
 Deep inside it's true
 I'm a home lovin' man
 Comin' on home to you...

 FADE