I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the 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 grey mist on the sea's face,
and a gray dawn breaking.
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.
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.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Masefield