Sailor with a Broken Wheel

He's going round again, sailor with a broken wheel

All his roads lead to Rome, put him on an even keel

Down, down-a, down-a, down, down

He is a shipwright, he is a builder

He is a master who can dance upon the waves

He knows the places where a thousand ships do lie

Shattered on the sunken rocks, there to fall and die

He knows the places where a legion spirits swim

Down among their sunken halls, through water dark and grim

And with a timely hand, he sets the stars aright

And lays their courses down upon a winding chain

And through the shoals of time it's by their light he steers

Careful not to ground upon the rocks of all his years

Touching lightly then away the mirror of his eyes

Written there the consequences of his earthly ties

And as he sails along ans walks upon those foreign shores

He listens to the passing of his years

And on the desert sands he feels the pull of ancient winds

And the whispered shout of God is in his ears

And at the dawning, he stands and watches

And looks beyond the sun for answers to his prayers

Seeking there the beauty that is leaping before time

Just beyond the forming rays of manifested rhyme

And in the evening with a bottle firmly in his hand

He drinks to all that he has seen, forgetting if he can

And as he sails along and walks upon those foreign shores

He listens to the passing of his years

And on the desert sands he feels the pull of ancient winds

And the whispered shout of God is in his ears