Down To The Sea
RobertWe must not complainWe who crawl upon the landThough I sleep on dungI must hold my tongueWho cares about a farmer's hand?
I must know my placeOr be beaten for my painsShut my mouth and just be gratefulAnswer never!Yet this little stream can go its way in freedomRun away from here foreverDown to the seaHurry down to the seaStopping for noneHow you runLittle streamFaster and faster
Free, you are freeNot a slave, not like meChoosing your wayAs you pleaseAt your easeYour own master
Soon you will rideOn the crest of a waveTo be one with the sea everlastingOn giant shoulders you'll carry sailorsIn tall white galleonsTo far horizonsYou are going where I long to beTake me thereLittle streamTo the sea