Sea Fever I must go down to the seas 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 click (kick) And the wind's song And the white sails a-shakin' The gray mist on the sea's face The gray dawn a-breakin'. 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 a-flyin', The flung spray And the blown spume And the sea gulls a-cryin'. I must go down to the seas again And 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. Words from a poem by John Masefield, music by Andy Taylor. Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Telling Takes Me Home", FSI-46 see also Sea Chill, Sea Griever DC
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