| Sea Fever |
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| Chorus: |
| Sea fever, my mother called it. |
| Sea fever, she knew that I had. |
| When the wind is blowing out of the singing South then |
| will I be going, sea spray salty upon my mouth. |
| (Chorus) |
| When the tide is drifting over the silver sand, |
| my heart sails are drifting, set upon another land |
| (Chorus) |
| When the stars are staring out of a cloudless sky, |
| then would I be 'faring out where the gray gulls cry |
| (Chorus, twice) |
