Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
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.
His face was filled with broken commandments.
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.
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.