I dwell in the western inland, br Afar from the sounding sea, br But I seem to hear it sobbing br And calling aloud to me, br And my heart cries out for the ocean br As a child for its mother's breast, br And I long to lie on its waters br And be lulled in its arms to rest. br br I can close my eyes and fancy br That I hear its mighty roar, br And I see its blue waves splashing br And plunging against the shore; br And the white foam caps the billow, br And the sea-gulls wheel and cry, br And the cool wild wind is blowing, br And the ships go sailing by.