Love is a flame to set the will on fire
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
His face was filled with broken commandments.
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
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.