Waves are Beating

This is a folk-style song about the sea.

The author and composer are unknown.   It was included in the BBC publication, The Complete Come and Praise attributed to "Copyright controlled" - which probably means that that the publishers believed it is not yet in the public domain, but did not know who the copyright owner was.   No further sources have been located.

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Photo from Bushmills Causeway, Northern Ireland, 2014


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Examples

Singer with backing track:


Children's choir with piano/backing:


Lyrics

Waves are beating on the shore,
Crashing into foam.
Seagulls squealing, wheeling high,
Sailors coming home.
Boats are bobbing up and down
Safe in harbour now.
Some are riding out the storm
Dipping bow on bow.

God has made the sea so vast,
Oceans roaring swell;
Cliffs of chalk and granite rocks
Sailors know them well.
Furl the sails and winch the sheets,
Feel the salt-spray fly,
Know the freedom of the sea,
Underneath the sky.

Ever since the world began,
People sailed the seas,
Plunged across the roaring tides,
Floated on the breeze;
Feel the decks beneath your feet,
See the golden sand,
Set your feet upon the shore
Coming home to land.

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Waves are beating on the shore,
Crashing into foam.
Seagulls squealing, wheeling high,
Sailors coming home.
Boats are bobbing up and down
Safe in harbour now.
Some are riding out the storm
Dipping bow on bow.

God has made the sea so vast,
Oceans roaring swell;
Cliffs of chalk and granite rocks
Sailors know them well.
Furl the sails and winch the sheets,
Feel the salt-spray fly,
Know the freedom of the sea,
Underneath the sky.

Ever since the world began,
People sailed the seas,
Plunged across the roaring tides,
Floated on the breeze;
Feel the decks beneath your feet,
See the golden sand,
Set your feet upon the shore
Coming home to land.

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