one day in fall i headed to the coast my back to the wind my hairs flowed almost like the waves on the sea my eyes strayed free carry me over carry me over into the distance far far away carry me over carry me over thinkin back of the good old times when we heard the distant call no warm farewell no wishings to be back soon the nights were too cold so we dreamed of better days better than today my eyes strayed free long ago on a foreign shore we heard a call as from the gale many died in the cold embrace o the sea on dead winds we sailed