It's evening, I'm facing the sea,
there's no doubt where I'm longing to be, to be
On the beach with the breezes of blue
Just the spray on my face sets me thinking of, thinking of you
It's been so long since I've talked to the dunes,
It's been so long since I've played all these traveling tunes
Hold my hand Precious Lord; won't you make me feel fine?
Make me feel just as fine as when I saw Port St. Johns for the first time
Lots of days I have spent in sadness and sorrow
Lots of nights I have cried with no hope at all for tomorrow
Let me go to the place where I first saw your face
When the ground turned to sky and the voice came from s***e
There are deeds to be done, there are victories to win
There's a young girl that smiles at the hero's return
There are songs to be written, there are lyrics to rhyme
We can feel what we felt when we saw Port St. Johns for the first time
there's no doubt where I'm longing to be, to be
On the beach with the breezes of blue
Just the spray on my face sets me thinking of, thinking of you
It's been so long since I've talked to the dunes,
It's been so long since I've played all these traveling tunes
Hold my hand Precious Lord; won't you make me feel fine?
Make me feel just as fine as when I saw Port St. Johns for the first time
Lots of days I have spent in sadness and sorrow
Lots of nights I have cried with no hope at all for tomorrow
Let me go to the place where I first saw your face
When the ground turned to sky and the voice came from s***e
There are deeds to be done, there are victories to win
There's a young girl that smiles at the hero's return
There are songs to be written, there are lyrics to rhyme
We can feel what we felt when we saw Port St. Johns for the first time