The Luck Will Alter And The Star

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.

Man With His Burning Soul Has But An Hour Of Breath To Build A Ship Of Truth In Which His Soul May Sail- Sail On The Sea Of Death. For Death Takes Toll Of Beauty, Courage, Youth, Of All But Truth.

The Luck Will Alter And The Star Will Rise.

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.

Most Roads Lead Men Homewards, My Road Leads Me Forth