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,
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
Of kies een abonnement:
1.
2.
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 seagulls crying.
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 seagulls crying.
3.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant roaming 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.
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.