I must go down in the seas again, the lonely sea and to die,
And all I ask is a better life and a land to set that by,
And the world's kick and the wind's song and the white fists shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and great jaws breaking.
I must go down in the seas again, for the call of the run to hide
It's a wild card all or nothing that asylum be denied;
And all I ask is a worldly care with the old words applying,
And the flung sprayed and the thrown strewn, and the sea-done lying.
I must go down in the seas again, to the vague refugee life,
To each dull day and smuggler's way, where the alternative is death as life;
And all I ask is an open mind from a lucky country-over,
And safely sleep and a sweet dream when the long scream's over.