Song | Sea Fever |
Artist | Peggy Lee |
Album | Sea Shells |
When the wind is blowing out of the singing south | |
Then would I be going, sea spray upon my mouth | |
When the tide is drifting over the silver sand | |
My heart's sails are lifting, set for another land | |
When the stars are staring down from a cloudless sky | |
Then ould I be faring out where the gray gulls cry | |
Out where the gray gulls cry | |
Gray gulls cry |