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For thee I'll bend in meek devotion
To Him who rules the skies.
To Him who rules the skies.
And when the wind is softly blowing,
And smoothly rolls the sea,
My tears will constantly be flowing,
Because thou'rt far from me.
And smoothly rolls the sea,
My tears will constantly be flowing,
Because thou'rt far from me.
Then go no more in search of treasure
Upon the treach'rous sea,
For India's wealth would yield no pleasure,
Were I depriv'd of thee.
Upon the treach'rous sea,
For India's wealth would yield no pleasure,
Were I depriv'd of thee.
