歌词
When August winds are turning
The fishing boats set out upon
the sea
I watch 'til they sail
out of sight
The winter follows soon
I watch them drawn into the night
Beneath the August moon
No one knows I come here
Some things I don't share
I can't explain the reasons why
It moves me close to tears
Or something in the season's
change
Will find me wandering here
And in my public moments
I hear the things I say but
they're not me
Perhaps I'll know before I die
Admit that there's a reason why
I count the boats returning to
the sea
I count the boats returning to
the sea
And in my private moments
I drop the mask that I've been
forced to wear
But no one knows this secret me
Where albeit unconsciously
I count the boats returning
from the sea
I count the boats returning
from the sea