When the wind blows again this way,
It shall once more carry me away.
For the chill it brings should be the same,
For the words it speaks; of things untamed.
With the whisper of secrets and the telling of tales
The lapping of waves and the singing of sails
Still can I smell the sea in the air;
Taste the salt on my tongue and the wind in my hair.
And still I remember the sound of the gulls,
And the wind, oh the wind with it's fierceness and lulls
But never again shall I feel that same breeze
And neither shall I ever sail again on the seas
For when the wind blows again this way
It shall once more carry me away
But this time I will sail my soul
And I'll dream the dreams of days of ol'.
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