Jane Bowers
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.
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When the tide is drifting over the silver sand, my heart sails are drifting, set upon another land
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When the stars are staring out of a cloudless sky, then would I be `faring out where the gray gulls cry
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