Whisper on the Water drifts between memory and the tide — a reflection on time, love, and the quiet persistence of the sea. Through vivid imagery of harbors, gulls, and drifting mist, it tells the story of someone returning to the places that shaped them, haunted by echoes of the past yet comforted by their constancy. Each verse feels like a wave carrying pieces of remembrance and forgiveness, blending melancholy with serenity. It’s a gentle invitation to pause, listen, and let the water whisper back.

Whisper on the Water bewegt sich zwischen Erinnerung und Gezeiten – ein stilles Nachdenken über Zeit, Liebe und die beständige Kraft des Meeres. In lebhaften Bildern von Hafen, Möwen und Nebel erzählt der Song von einer Rückkehr an Orte, die prägen, von Vergangenem, das in der Gegenwart nachhallt. Jede Strophe ist wie eine Welle, die Erinnerungen und Vergebung trägt – melancholisch und friedlich zugleich. Eine Einladung, innezuhalten, zuzuhören und das Flüstern des Wassers zu spüren.

Whisper on the Water

There’s an old pier down by the harbour bend
Where the gulls still circle like they did back then
I walk that path when the daylight fades
Past rusted rails and the willow shades

There’s a bench with names the tide can’t hide
Where the wind hums softly at eventide
I sit and listen to the evening song
And think how brief our days are long

Whisper on the water, calling me home
Through the years I’ve wandered, never alone
Every wave remembers, every star still knows
The boy I was, and the road he chose

She came like dawn through a drifting mist
Left salt and light on the lips she kissed
She went her way with a soft “take care”
But her scent still drifts in the evening air

Whisper on the water, calling me home
Through the years I’ve wandered, never alone
Every wave remembers, every star still knows
The boy I was, and the road he chose

Now the moon leans low on the quiet sea
And time drifts past like a memory
I hum the tune that my father sang
And the night replies, soft and grand

Whisper on the water, carry me home
Through the winds I’ve followed, where I’ve roamed
Every wave forgives me, every star still glows
For the man I am, and the road he chose


Whisper on the Water

Spring sprung the other day here in the UK & there's a scent in the rain again.

Whisper on the Water

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