Sea Fever

I must go down to the sea again  To the lonely sea and the sky  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 sea 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 sunny 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 sea 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 is over    I must go down to the sea again  To the lonely sea and the sky  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