There lay a dying sailor weeping   So far he'd wandered from the south,   As he lay upon the burning sand   The children gather to watch his passing.      He'd swum the seven seas before him   And danced upon the stormy breakers.   But now dying alone is all that's left for him   And death a shining slowly beckons.      And rolling in last veil of sunshine   Sheds light upon his dying hours.   But still strong in his urgent will to live   For he tries again to reach the water.      And turning away still ring the voices   Of children laughing o'er the murky waters,   And somewhere I hear the silent singing   Calling on the wayward child.