Winter Sea - And Also the Trees

Arise sea

Black rocking waves above me

In the winter morning

And in my head I see a land

Steppes of green my love.

Oh winter sea-

Your funnel blows

The sails flick gracefully

Below the whales turning

Invisible

Oh John wait for me

Though the snow is falling onto the sea

A sun rises red over me.

I smell the land but I cannot see

Any trace of earth or tree

I smell the winter rain on the dark streets

Crossing your legs hand on your chin

Watching me my love.

Can you hear me in Moscow

As the snow turns to rain

Over landlocked fields

From Paris to Marseilles

Can you hear me in Rostock?

Can you hear me in Maine?

Oh winter sea