 Sea Fever by John Macefield, read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis-Strake. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails 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 seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gulls way and the whales way, where the winds like a wedded 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, end of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield. Red for LibriVox.org by Brian Lee Rosso. September 19, 2007. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails 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 spoon and the seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gulls way and the whales way, where the winds like a wedded knife. And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, and quiet sleep and a sweet dream, when the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield. Red for LibriVox.org by Cody Logan. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails 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 spoon and the seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gullsway and the whalesway, where the winds like a wedded knife, and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, and quiet sleep and a sweet dream, when the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield. Red for LibriVox.org by Clarica. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails 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 spew and the seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gullsway and the whalesway, where the winds like a wedded 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield. Red for LibriVox.org by D. E. Whitcower. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking, and a gray 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 spew and the seagulls 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 winds like a wedded knife. And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, and a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield. Read for livervox.org by Dennis Sayers in Modesto, California. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking, and a gray 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 seagulls 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 winds like a wedded knife. And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, and quiet sleep, a sweet dream, when the long trick's over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking, and a gray 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 seagulls 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 winds like a wedded 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield, redfullyprevox.org, by Gemma Blythe. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking, and a gray 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 seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, and the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To the lonely sea and the sky, and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, and the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking, and a gray 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 seagulls crying. And I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted knife, and all I ask is a merry yarn and a lacking fellow rover and a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield, read for LibriVox.org by Janice Green, Hemingway, South Carolina. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 spew and the sea gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield. Read for LibriVox.org by Jennifer Rowan. In September 2007 in Monticello, Minnesota. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Macefield Read for LibriVox.org by Jennifer Schmidt. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Mays Field Read for LibriVox.org by Katie Gibbany. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Mays Field Read for LibriVox.org by Katie Gibbany. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Mays Field Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way with the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Mays Field Read for LibriVox.org by Karen Savage. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 gulls way and the whales way with the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. Sea Fever by John Maysfield readforlibberbox.org by Leanne Howlett 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again for the call 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 gulls way and the whales way with the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream with the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Masefield readforlibberbox.org by Mary Mack. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the seas 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 schfume and the seagulls crying I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way with the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream with the long tricks over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield read for Librebox.org by Mark Smith 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the seas 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 schfume and the seagulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way and the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream where the long trick's over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield read for Librebox.org by Michael Robinson Carbondale, Illinois 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the seas face and a gray dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again with a 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. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sea Fever by John Maysfield Read for LibriVox.org by Robert Scott mojoemove411.com 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 the blown spume and the sea gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wedded 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. 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 wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray 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 gulls way and the whales way and the whales way to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 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 brown spume and the sea gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again for the call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call with the white clouds flying and the brown spume and the sea gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life to the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. End of poem. I must go down to the seas again for the lonely sea in the sky and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by and the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the seas 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 and 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 gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted 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. Thank you for watching. and the wheels kick and the winds song and the white sails shaking and a gray mist on the seas 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 gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a wetted knife and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream and a sweet dream and a sweet dream and a sweet dream