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 dont share
I cant explain the reasons why
It moves me close to tears
Or something in the seasons change
Will find me wandering here
And in my public moments
I hear the things I say but theyre not me
Perhaps Ill know before I die
Admit that theres 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 Ive 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