The Last Wind

This was the last wind
The night is coming
The anchor is down until next morning
It's warm and I see the mate in the dark yawning

I'm leaning over the rail
The water is dark and deep
I'm told to mend the sail as so many times before
It's warm and I feel the ship is rolling me to sleep

We saw a bird a few days ago
The sign for a lonely sailors dream to come true
But still there's a long, long way to go
Maybe one more week or two, I don't know

The wind is our friend
It takes us everywhere
Without a friend
No certain end
It's warm
And I'm dreaming of somеone to hold
And I'm dreaming of someonе to hold