August Winds Lyrics - The Last Ship - Original Broadway Cast Recording

When August winds are turning, 

The fishing boats set out upon the sea, 

I watch 'til they sail out of sight, 

The winter follows soon, 

I watch them drawn into the night, 

Beneath the August moon. 

No one knows I come here, 

Some things I don't share, 

I can't explain the reasons why, 

It moves me close to tears, 

Or something in the season's change, 

Will find me wandering here. 

And in my public moments, 

I hear the things I say but they're not me, 

Perhaps I'll know before I die, 

Admit that there's a reason why, 

I count the boats returning to the sea, 

I count the boats returning to the sea. 

And in my private moments, 

I drop the mask that I've been forced to wear, 

But no one knows this secret me, 

Where albeit unconsciously, 

I count the boats returning from the sea, 

I count the boats returning from the sea.