Duncan Wilson"Sing us the song of the sea, old salt," That's what they asked of me.
"Which song are ye yearning it be, the first songs, of searching and finding, of whipping winds and sun a'blinding, or the torrid tales of travels and travails, of sunk ships and ghostly gales?"
"Nay, sing us the one where the sea is free. When the sea no longer knows you nor me."
So I sang them the last song of the sea.