SEA FEVER by John Mansfield

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's kick and 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 tideIs 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.