I Must Go Down To The Sea

The Lord Who Gave Us Earth And Heaven Takes That As Thanks For All He's Given. The Book He Lent Is Given Back All Blotted Red And Smutted Black.

I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On Moors And Windy Hills Coming In Solemn Beauty Like Slow Old Tunes Of Spain.

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again For The Call Of The Running Tide It's A Wild Call And A Clear Call That May Not Be Denied.

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.