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