14 miles away The wind rises at the end of the day Coming from the south, it brings hope to me When the time shall come, it will give me faith
I will take a wooden bark And row On a moonlit night And hope For a fair tide As my boat will cross the bay When I walk along the coastline When I hear the breaking waves It reminds me of something from the past A dim and old memory
As if the sea gave to me a keepsake In the gloaming I see it awake It floats on the silver crest of the waves It tells me to make an offing and believe in fate
On the pebbly shoreline The southern sea breeze Brings more than a mnemonic sign But also a warm and hearty feel Behind the skyline Even if I've never been I just know what I will find My Heart over there is awaiting
14 miles away The wind rises at the end of the day Coming from the south, it brings hope to me When the time shall come, it will give me faith I will take a wooden bark And row On a moonlit night And hope For a fair tide As my boat crosses the bay Will you wait on the coastline? If I land with the breaking waves Will it remind you of something from the past? As we'd already met, in foregone days