The Cruel Ship's Carpenter

One road leads to London, one road leads to Wales
 My road leads me seawards, to the white dipping sails
 One road leads to the river, as it goes singing slow
 My road leads to shipping, where the bronzed sailors go
 Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
 A road without Earth's road dust, is the right road for me
 A wet road heaving, shining, wild with seagulls' cries
 A mad, salt sea-wind blowing, the salt spray in my eyes
 To add more miles to the tally, of grey miles left behind
 In quest of that one beauty, I was put here to find...
 Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
 A road without Earth's road dust, is the right road for me
 My road calls me, lures me, west, east, south and north
 Most roads lead men homewards, my road leads me forth
 Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
 A road without Earth's road dust, is the right road for me...
 Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
 A road without Earth's road dust, is the right road for me...