Down to the Sea - John Owen-Jones

Down to the sea

Hurry down to the sea

Stopping for none

How you run

Little stream

Faster and faster

Free, you are free

Not a slave, not like me

Choosing your way

As you please

At your ease

Your own master

Soon you will ride

On the crest of a wave

To be one with the sea everlasting

On giant shoulders you’ll carry sailors

In tall white galleons

To far horizons

Your are going where I long to be

Take me there

Little stream

To the sea