[Thom Hell]
Sitting on the harbor, wishing, Lord, that he were home
He writes a letter
Written for his darling, the honey babe he left back home
He writes a letter:
"Tell me, sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams?"
And then he falters
And he writes:

[Rebecca Lovell]
"I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart
And I've grown accustomed to
Thoughts of you in the back of my mind"

[Thom Hell]
"There is a right for every wrong
And a moon to race when the sun is gone
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place"

[Larkin Poe]
Yes, remember me
Yes, remember me

[Rebecca Lovell]
Sitting on the front porch, wishing, Lord, that he were home
She gets a letter, oh written by her darling
That sweetest boy who's far from home
She reads her letter:
"Tell me, sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams
When you falter?"
So she writes:
[Larkin Poe]
"I've walked the fresh air, too, my own small way
And I'm still waiting home for you
Won't you come and ease my worried mind?"

[Rebecca Lovell]
"There is a calm when the storm rolls on through
And a broken heart for every 'I love you'
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place"

[Larkin Poe]
"I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart
And I've grown accustomed to
Thoughts of you in the back of my mind"

[Thom Hell]
"There is a right for every wrong
And a moon to race when the sun is gone
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place"

[Larkin Poe]
Yes, [?] you
Yes, [?] you
[All]
Sitting on the harbor, wishing, Lord, that he were home
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm