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