I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm goin' back home,
Back to my home by the sea;
To live once again all the memories I have,
Where friends are waiting for me.

Now I've got to go where the sea breezes blow,
Back where the wild flowers grow;
Where sea gulls still fly in a blue summer sky,
Home where the sea breezes blow.

It's not that I'm tired of the bright city lights,
I think this big city's just fine;
But a man can't be happy livin' in dreams,
Of the life that he left behind.

Now I've got to go where the sea breezes blow,
Back where the wild flowers grow;
Where sea gulls still fly in a blue summer sky,
Home where the sea breezes blow.

The old log cabin is still standing there,
To me it's more precious than gold;
Contentment I'll find for the rest of my time,
Home where the sea breezes blow.

Now I've got to go where the sea breezes blow,
Back where the wild flowers grow;
Where sea gulls still fly in a blue summer sky,
Home where the sea breezes blow.

Now I've got to go where the sea breezes blow,
Back where the wild flowers grow;
Where sea gulls still fly in a blue summer sky,
Home where the sea breezes blow.
Back home where the sea breezes blow.

####.... Eric Waterman of Boyd's Cove, Notre Dame Bay and Gander, NL. © SOCAN ....####