The storm blows around
This harbour town
I listen to its wind as a choir

The shipping forecast
Is crackling
Like wet wood upon a fire


And time slows and slips away
The tourists come around in May

'Till August when the clouds roll in
The pier cracks, the awnings fade
The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain,

The day is gone.

Under this weather

Under this weather
Such shadows are blossoming
Out at sea


I am not going to set myself free here
I am following some dark fortune





Some circle in me

Hold back the wind

Hold back the rain
I want to live
To see good weather


Hold back the years
Hold back the hours

I want to live
To see the sun break through
These days


Under this weather
Under this weather

Such shadows are blossoming
In me