I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and There never was a the sky, cloud that And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
The sun didn't shine And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white through! sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn
The more you love, breaking. the more you'll find I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the That life is good and running tide friends are kind ... Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
For only What We Give And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds Away flying, And the flung spray Enriches and the blown Us from spume, Day and the seagulls crying. to Day I must go down to Helen the seas Steiner 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 fellowrover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.