Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the 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 grey mist on the sea’s face,
    and a grey dawn breaking,
 
I must 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;
And all I ask is a windy day
    with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
    and the sea-gulls crying.
 
I must 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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream
    when the long trick’s over.

Words: John Masefield      Tune: Simon Mayor

 

 

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