Текст песни The Cruel Ship's Carpenter - Steeleye Span
One
road
leads
to
London,
one
road
leads
to
Wales
My
road
leads
me
seawards,
to
the
white
dipping
sails
One
road
leads
to
the
river,
as
it
goes
singing
slow
My
road
leads
to
shipping,
where
the
bronzed
sailors
go
Leads
me,
lures
me,
calls
me,
to
the
salt
green
tossing
sea
A
road
without
Earth's
road
dust,
is
the
right
road
for
me
A
wet
road
heaving,
shining,
wild
with
seagulls'
cries
A
mad,
salt
sea-wind
blowing,
the
salt
spray
in
my
eyes
To
add
more
miles
to
the
tally,
of
grey
miles
left
behind
In
quest
of
that
one
beauty,
I
was
put
here
to
find...
Leads
me,
lures
me,
calls
me,
to
the
salt
green
tossing
sea
A
road
without
Earth's
road
dust,
is
the
right
road
for
me
My
road
calls
me,
lures
me,
west,
east,
south
and
north
Most
roads
lead
men
homewards,
my
road
leads
me
forth
Leads
me,
lures
me,
calls
me,
to
the
salt
green
tossing
sea
A
road
without
Earth's
road
dust,
is
the
right
road
for
me...
Leads
me,
lures
me,
calls
me,
to
the
salt
green
tossing
sea
A
road
without
Earth's
road
dust,
is
the
right
road
for
me...
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