When they lived they chose the sea.

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When they lived they chose the sea.

On Oceans wastes no poppies blow
No crosses stand in ordered row
Their young hearts sleep beneath the waves
The spirited the good the brave
But stars a constant vigil keep
For them who lie beneath the deep.

Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think he’s there
But you can to the ocean go
See whitecaps marching row on row
Know one for him will always ride
In and out with every tide.

And when your span of life has passed
He”ll meet you at the Captains Mast.
and they that mourn on distant shore
For sailors who”ll come home no more
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas

For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row by row
And they can never lonely be
Foe when they lived they chose the sea.

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