With the dusk in his hair 
and a world yet to see 
the travelling man
he walks slower than me
He buttons his collar 
and laughs at the rain 
and finds him a highway 
to travel again.

With salt in his hair 
and a world yet to see 
the sea-loving man
he walks down to the quay 
He buttons his collar 
and laughs at the rain and 
finds him an ocean 
to travel again.

But a man follows signs 
from a room hung with blinds 
to a ship which awaits 
in the depths of his mind 
The harbours are broken 
the lighthouses dim 
the sirens are silent
It’s only the wind

The stars re-arrange 
and the waters will roll 
as he travels alone 
in the land of the soul

Graham Kendrick
© 1972 John T Benson Publishing Company