Sea? Love? Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
How I want to return to the sea again
Back 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 the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face,
and a gray dawn breaking.
I just want to sail that tall sailing boat alone
Watch the waves and white sails flying in the song of the wind
Fog and rain filled the sea, revealing a glimmer of dawn
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.
How I want to go back to the sea again
Listen to the cry of the rushing tide
The call of the wild is so clear that I cannot refuse
The wind dances, the clouds fly, the waves splash,
And the cry of the seagulls is my only thought
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.
I must return to the sea again
Like a gypsy wandering the horizon
Like a seagull, like a whale, the biting wind is like a sharp knife
I just want to laugh and play life like a wanderer ,
Let the fraud dissipate in quiet, sweet dreams