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.