Song from Half Mountain

Now the wind is still

In a moment it will be raging

Now my soul is young

In a moment it will be aging



High above the pines

I wrote several lines

And left them in a bottle

For you to find



Now the dream is rising

In a moment it will be past

This breath is my first

It will all too soon be my last



And on a windy coast

I made several toasts

To you, me and the sea

And no one heard



Now the wind is still

In a moment it will be raging

Now my soul is young

In a moment it will be aging



High above the pines

I wrote several lines

And left them in a bottle

For you to find