August winds are turning
The fishing boats set out upon the sea
I watch till they sail out of sight
The winter follows soon
I watch them drawn into the night
Beneath the August moon

And no one knows I come here
Some things I don’t share
I can’t explain the reason why
It moves me close to tears
Or something in the season’s change
Will turn my head
And find me wandering here

And in my public moments
I here 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 from the sea
I count the boats returning from the sea

Mhmm mmm mhmm
There once was a boy who said he loved me