It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song
Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square
It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there
There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me
Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea
And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild
Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
(ESTRIBILHO)
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break a new
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me