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