I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
I must 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.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
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