I Must Go Down To The Sea

Each One Could Be A Jesus Mild, Each One Has Been A Little Child, A Little Child With Laughing Look, A Lovely White Unwritten Book; A Book That God Will Take, My Friend, As Each Goes Out At Journey's End.

It's A Warm Wind, The West Wind, Full Of Birds' Cries.

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again, To The Lonely Sea And The Sky; And All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Steer Her By.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.