seafever

I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and sky
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking
And a gray 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
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied

All I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume
and the seagulls crying

I must go down to the seas again
to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull's way and the whale's way
where the wind's like a whetted knife

And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow-rover
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick's over.