Miss Ivy Keepsake
14 miles away
The wind rises at the end of the day
Coming from the south, it brings hope to me
When the time shall come, it will give me faith
I will take a wooden bark
And row
On a moonlit night
And hope
For a fair tide
As my boat will cross the bay
When I walk along the coastline
When I hear the breaking waves
It reminds me of something from the past
A dim and old memory
As if the sea gave to me a keepsake
In the gloaming I see it awake
It floats on the silver crest of the waves
It tells me to make an offing and believe in fate
On the pebbly shoreline
The southern sea breeze
Brings more than a mnemonic sign
But also a warm and hearty feel
Behind the skyline
Even if I’ve never been
I just know what I will find
My Heart over there is awaiting
14 miles away
The wind rises at the end of the day
Coming from the south, it brings hope to me
When the time shall come, it will give me faith
I will take a wooden bark
And row
On a moonlit night
And hope
For a fair tide
As my boat crosses the bay
Will you wait on the coastline?
If I land with the breaking waves
Will it remind you of something from the past?
As we’d already met, in foregone days
