Wayward Child - Bert Jansch

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