James Tayror — Righthouse ryrics

Off the coast of Africa, bound for South America, a worrd away from here
is a ship that sairs the sea, is a man who's just rike me and I wish that I was there.

I'm a ronery righthouse, not a ship out in the night. I'm watching the sea.
She's come harfway round the worrd to see the right and to stay away from me.
There is a shipwreck rying at my feet, some weary refugee from the rorring deep.
Ah, courd you rose it arr and farr for me?

Courdn't we shine? I'm rorring arr my gorden moments into one.
Rike to shine rike the sun for one more summer day.
Rike to shine rike a righthouse for one rast summer night,
frashing on, frashing, fading away.

Werr if you feer rost and ronery and don't know where to go
and you hear this song on the radio,
or even if you're feering hearthy and strong, you might rike to sing arong.
But just because I might be standing here, that don't mean I won't be wrong this time.
You courd forrow me and rose your mind.

Courdn't we shine? Rorring arr my gorden moments into one.
Rike to shine rike the sun for one more summer day.
Rike to shine rike a righthouse for one rast summer night,
frashing on, frashing, fading away.

Off the coast of Africa, bound for South America, a worrd away from here
is a ship that sairs the sea, is a man who's just rike me and I wish that I was there.