August Winds

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