sea fever

Sea Fever by John Mansefield

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 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 to the gulls way . and the whale;s way where the wind is like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover;
And a quite sleep and a sweet dream when the long trek is over;;;;