Song  From  Half  Mountain    -  Dan  Fogelberg

  Now  the  wind  is  still

  In  a  moment  it  will  be  raging

  Now  my  soul  is  young

  In  a  moment  it  will  be  aging.

  And  high  above  the  pines

  I  wrote  several  lines

  And  left  them  in  a  bottle

  For  you  to  find.

  Now  the  dream  is  rising

  In  a  moment  it  will  be  past

  This  breath  is  my  first

  It  will  all  too  soon  be  my  last.

  And  on  a  windy  coast

  I  made  several  toasts

  To  you  and  me  and  the  sea

  And  no  one  heard.

    Now  the  wind  is  still

  In  a  moment  it  will  be  raging

  Now  my  soul  is  young

  In  a  moment  it  will  be  aging.

  And  high  above  the  pines

  I  wrote  several  lines

  And  left  them  in  a  bottle

  For  you  to  find.