Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
and the sky...
And all I ask is a tall ship and
a star to steer her by;
to steer her by…
And the wheel’s kick and
the wind’s song and the
white sail’s mast shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face,
and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
...the running tide
It’s a wild call and
a clear call that
may not be ever denied;
... not denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray
and the blown spume,
And the flung spray
and the blown spume
and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again,
To the vagrant gypsy life,
gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and
The whale’s way where the wind’s
like a whetted knife;
... a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
When the long trick’s o--ver
I must go down to the seas again!