When I go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and the starlight to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
As I sail along the glass like sea,
The reflection of the clouds is as still as can be,
As the sun breaks through the morning haze,
I grab my bong and start to blaze.