When shall the coast clear?
For my loaded boats to sail along,
My sailors are waiting to sail,
Into the vast, unknown seas,
When shall this storm subside?
And give way to my sailors,
And to its comrade, the sea breeze,
To hold the sails in honour,
And lead them to the shore they seek,
When shall I see them all gone?
The boats, the sailors, the storm and the sea breeze,
And I alone, staring at the wild blue sea.