There lay a dying sailor weepingnSo far he'd wandered from the south,nAs he lay upon the burning sandnThe children gather to watch his passing.nnHe'd swum the seven seas before himnAnd danced upon the stormy breakers.nBut now dying alone is all that's left for himnAnd death a shining slowly beckons.nnAnd rolling in last veil of sunshinenSheds light upon his dying hours.nBut still strong in his urgent will to livenFor he tries again to reach the water.nnAnd turning away still ring the voicesnOf children laughing o'er the murky waters,nAnd somewhere I hear the silent singingnCalling on the wayward child.