Ye Olde Tavern Life

On a blanket in OBX with

my baby is where I will be...

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

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 the 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 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 treck's over.