I am of a possible minority that think that the Charles Trenet version of the song could be blended into being the beginning of the part of the song that the Bobby Darin version of the song made, plus a few of my own lyrics to make it a bit more compatible together. Here is how I would make it happen. Somewhere, beyond the sea, Beyond that which one sees, The playful waves going around, Dancing along the clear gulf horizons. I see the endless sea Has its lovely reflections That are shining just like The luster of gleaming precious silver. I see the endless sea Has its lovely reflections That warp under the fair winds And are changing under the wet raindrops. Here is the stoic sea, Under the summer sky, It mingles itself with many foamy waves, Like endless flocks of woolly polar white sheep. The sea is perfect art, Created by the One Who is Above, It is just Divine Perfection, With Himself and the angels that are so pure. The sea, it's a lovely field, So pristine, exact, and pure, The little sheep hop, skip, and jump, For the infinite shepherdess of blue. Do you, see the sea? Do you see anything near the pools? Yes, the waves are making music with The perfect partner in those great damp reeds! We now can see the shore, We now can see those little white birds, Darting from around the boat and shore, They're now going above those little Russet houses! We're getting closer to the shore, The sea has guided us, like the birds Who have their homes on the cliffs That are all past the clear horizons. And now, I'm going home, With a song of love for my precious dear, She and the sea have tamed my restless self And they have nestled in my heart for a lifetime. Somewhere, beyond the sea, Beyond that which one sees, The playful waves going around, Dancing along the clear gulf horizons. I see the endless sea Has its lovely reflections That are shining just like The luster of gleaming precious silver. Here is the stoic sea, Under the summer sky, It mingles itself with many foamy waves, Like endless flocks of woolly polar white sheep. The sea is perfect art, Created by the One Who is Above, It is just Divine Perfection, With Himself and the angels that are so pure. The sea, it's a lovely field, So pristine, exact, and pure, The little sheep hop, skip, and jump, For the infinite shepherdess of blue. Do you, see the sea? Do you see anything near the pools? Yes, the waves are making music with The perfect partner in those great damp reeds! We now can see the shore, We now can see those little white birds, Darting from around the boat and shore, They're now going above those little Russet houses! We're getting closer to the shore, The sea has guided us, like the birds Who have their homes on the cliffs That are all past the clear horizons. And now, I'm going home, With a song of love for my precious dear, She and the sea have tamed my restless self And they have nestled in my heart for a lifetime. Somewhere, beyond the sea, Somewhere, waiting for me, My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing. Somewhere, beyond the sea, She's watching there for me, If I could fly like birds on high, Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing. It's far, beyond the stars, It's near, beyond the moon, I know, beyond a doubt, My lonely heart will lead me right there soon. We'll meet, beyond the shore, We'll kiss, just as before, Happy we'll be beyond the sea, And never again will I go sailing. I know, beyond a doubt, My heart will lead me there soon, And then we'll meet, I just know that we'll be meeting. We'll meet, beyond the shore, We'll kiss, just as before, Happy we'll be beyond the sea, And never again will I go sailing. No more sailing, So long, sailing, Bye-bye, sailing...
I really enjoyed this song. A beautiful tune,, wonderful words and a great voice. Victor from Australia.
Et d'une chanson d'amour, la mer a bercé mon cœur pour la vie... ❤️
I am here because of Black Mirror Seas 6 Episode 3. I happen to be studying French and wanted to get the lyrical translation.
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I can only say
OMG
🙏💜🙏
💜🎵💜
The real English version is "Beyond the Sea"
Im starting to think of song is like an anthem
❤🎉 when my ashes meet the sea someday
I'm here because of Lost
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
I am of a possible minority that think that the Charles Trenet version of the song could be blended into being the beginning of the part of the song that the Bobby Darin version of the song made, plus a few of my own lyrics to make it a bit more compatible together. Here is how I would make it happen.
Somewhere, beyond the sea,
Beyond that which one sees,
The playful waves going around,
Dancing along the clear gulf horizons.
I see the endless sea
Has its lovely reflections
That are shining just like
The luster of gleaming precious silver.
I see the endless sea
Has its lovely reflections
That warp under the fair winds
And are changing under the wet raindrops.
Here is the stoic sea,
Under the summer sky,
It mingles itself with many foamy waves,
Like endless flocks of woolly polar white sheep.
The sea is perfect art,
Created by the One Who is Above,
It is just Divine Perfection,
With Himself and the angels that are so pure.
The sea, it's a lovely field,
So pristine, exact, and pure,
The little sheep hop, skip, and jump,
For the infinite shepherdess of blue.
Do you, see the sea?
Do you see anything near the pools?
Yes, the waves are making music with
The perfect partner in those great damp reeds!
We now can see the shore,
We now can see those little white birds,
Darting from around the boat and shore,
They're now going above those little Russet houses!
We're getting closer to the shore,
The sea has guided us, like the birds
Who have their homes on the cliffs
That are all past the clear horizons.
And now, I'm going home,
With a song of love for my precious dear,
She and the sea have tamed my restless self
And they have nestled in my heart for a lifetime.
Somewhere, beyond the sea,
Beyond that which one sees,
The playful waves going around,
Dancing along the clear gulf horizons.
I see the endless sea
Has its lovely reflections
That are shining just like
The luster of gleaming precious silver.
Here is the stoic sea,
Under the summer sky,
It mingles itself with many foamy waves,
Like endless flocks of woolly polar white sheep.
The sea is perfect art,
Created by the One Who is Above,
It is just Divine Perfection,
With Himself and the angels that are so pure.
The sea, it's a lovely field,
So pristine, exact, and pure,
The little sheep hop, skip, and jump,
For the infinite shepherdess of blue.
Do you, see the sea?
Do you see anything near the pools?
Yes, the waves are making music with
The perfect partner in those great damp reeds!
We now can see the shore,
We now can see those little white birds,
Darting from around the boat and shore,
They're now going above those little Russet houses!
We're getting closer to the shore,
The sea has guided us, like the birds
Who have their homes on the cliffs
That are all past the clear horizons.
And now, I'm going home,
With a song of love for my precious dear,
She and the sea have tamed my restless self
And they have nestled in my heart for a lifetime.
Somewhere, beyond the sea,
Somewhere, waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere, beyond the sea,
She's watching there for me,
If I could fly like birds on high,
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing.
It's far, beyond the stars,
It's near, beyond the moon,
I know, beyond a doubt,
My lonely heart will lead me right there soon.
We'll meet, beyond the shore,
We'll kiss, just as before,
Happy we'll be beyond the sea,
And never again will I go sailing.
I know, beyond a doubt,
My heart will lead me there soon,
And then we'll meet,
I just know that we'll be meeting.
We'll meet, beyond the shore,
We'll kiss, just as before,
Happy we'll be beyond the sea,
And never again will I go sailing.
No more sailing,
So long, sailing,
Bye-bye, sailing...
Bobby Darin had a nerve recording this. He did not begin to do it justice. Out of his depth!
Not even close