Poetry

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 grey 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.

Sea, oh sea, when will I see you again?
Every time I went to sleep, I think of you as a sweet dream
And when I'm sad, my memories of you will cheer me up

Oh, my lovely sea, I miss you so much
Here I am lonely, with you I am happy

Sea oh sea, when will I see you again?
Every time I saw your pictures, they cheer me up
And all my tears became joy