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 wheels kick
And the winds song
And the white sails shaking
And a grey mist on the seas 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 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 gulls way and the whales way
Where the winds like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn
From a laughing felllow rover
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream
When the long tricks over

© Masefield/Ireland

©charity quin 2006