Sea Fever

I must go 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 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
 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 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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream
 When the long trick's over