Fever

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 seachill, seafvr3

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