I hear tales of lives of hard times

I hear tales of life at sea

I hear tales of nights of madness

I hear tales of nights so free.



Then I think of foreign shores

And I dream of ocean swells

And when I sit and think of nothing

Then my mind goes to the sea



To the sea, to the sea

Then my mind goes to the sea

And when I sit and think of nothing

Then my mind goes to the sea



I have never left the ocean

I have never left her shore

But I've never lain upon her breast

As the sailing men of yore



But now I long to feel her gentle swell

And yearn to brave her wrath

And I'm looking for that special boat

That will take me to the sea



To the sea, to the sea

That will take me to the sea

And I'm looking for that magic boat

That will take me to the sea



As a captain limps his boat to berth

Or as he soars it free back home

It doesn't matter what the sea has done

For his heart will never roam



And he knows this is his gladness

And he knows this is his joy

He will love that wild lady

He has come to call the sea



Call the sea, call the sea

We have come to call her the sea

He'll always love that wild lady

We have come to call the sea



As I sit upon the dockyard pier,

These thoughts race through my mind

And I think about the men out there

I wonder at the joy they find



As I hear the foghorns calling

Out their low and mournful sound

I dream of the day when I find a man

Who will take me to the sea



To the sea, to the sea

Who will take me to the sea

I dream of the day when I find the man

Who will take me to the sea