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