Sea Fever — (SATB) - Digital download

£2.50

Composer’s Note

Who could fail to be inspired by John Masefield’s vivid words? Sea Fever is my setting of his iconic poem, and is an attempt to capture the seascape that he so effectively conjures in his text. The piano accompaniment swirls and skitters in and around the choir as they sing a simple and optimistic theme. The theme evolves in the third verse into a pseudo-canonic variant, before finally coming to a calm and contemplative finish.

PRICE IS FOR A SINGLE PDF COPY. PLEASE PURCHASE ONE COPY PER PERFORMER.

Duration:
4 mins

Composed
2019

SATB

Multi-buy discount
10-29 copies — 10% off — Use code CHOIRBULK10 at the checkout
30+ copies — 15% off — Use code CHOIRBULK30 at the checkout

Composer’s Note

Who could fail to be inspired by John Masefield’s vivid words? Sea Fever is my setting of his iconic poem, and is an attempt to capture the seascape that he so effectively conjures in his text. The piano accompaniment swirls and skitters in and around the choir as they sing a simple and optimistic theme. The theme evolves in the third verse into a pseudo-canonic variant, before finally coming to a calm and contemplative finish.

PRICE IS FOR A SINGLE PDF COPY. PLEASE PURCHASE ONE COPY PER PERFORMER.

Duration:
4 mins

Composed
2019

SATB

Multi-buy discount
10-29 copies — 10% off — Use code CHOIRBULK10 at the checkout
30+ copies — 15% off — Use code CHOIRBULK30 at the checkout

SEA FEVER

JOHN MASEFIELD

I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEAS AGAIN, TO THE LONELY SEA AND THE SKY,
AND ALL I ASK IS A TALL SHIP AND A STAR TO STEER HER BY;
AND THE WHEEL’S KICK AND THE WIND’S SONG AND THE WHITE SAIL’S SHAKING,
AND A GREY MIST ON THE SEA’S FACE, AND A GREY DAWN BREAKING.

I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEAS AGAIN, FOR THE CALL OF THE RUNNING TIDE
IS A WILD CALL AND A CLEAR CALL THAT MAY NOT BE DENIED;
AND ALL I ASK IS A WINDY DAY WITH THE WHITE CLOUDS FLYING,
AND THE FLUNG SPRAY AND THE BLOWN SPUME, AND THE SEA-GULLS CRYING.

I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEAS AGAIN, TO THE VAGRANT GYPSY LIFE,
TO THE GULL’S WAY AND THE WHALE’S WAY WHERE THE WIND’S LIKE A WHETTED KNIFE;
AND ALL I ASK IS A MERRY YARN FROM A LAUGHING FELLOW-ROVER,
AND QUIET SLEEP AND A SWEET DREAM WHEN THE LONG TRICK’S OVER.