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. And 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 and 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. And high above the pines I wrote several lines And left them in a bottle For you to find.