I shan’t go down to the sea again, to the crowded sea and the sky,
As all I see are brown-topped waves with humans asking why.
The wheel is turned to left and right to avoid the gathering throng,
And the mist upon the polluted waves, where we have got it wrong.
I shan’t go down to the seas again, for the cry of the dying tide,
Is a sad call and a muffled call, is nowadays left denied.
All I see is a wind-swept day with dark clouds dying,
And the black spray thrown, at the seagulls crying.
I shan’t go down to the seas again, to the vastly crowded strife,
To the polluted way and the dying way where the wind just poisons life.
And all I ask is for man to mend, his greedy, selfish ways,
So I can sleep in peace and love, for all my future days.