About the Sea Fever

I should go down to the oceans once more, to the desolate ocean and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall boat and a star to guide her by,
What's more, the wheel's kick and the breeze's melody and the white sail's shaking,
Furthermore, a dim fog on the ocean's face, and a dark sunrise breaking.

I should go down to the oceans once more, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a reasonable call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a blustery day with the white mists flying,
Also, the flung splash and the blown spume, and the ocean gulls crying.

I should go down to the oceans once more, to the transient wanderer life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the breeze resembles a whetted blade;
And all I ask is a joyful yarn from a giggling individual meanderer,
Furthermore, calm rest and a sweet dream when the long stunt's finished.