ship veiled in the shining sea
leaves behind the steam of good-bye
If I went down that loose hill,
would I meet the summer coloured wind
My love is a melody
which I sing high and low
My love is a seagull
that flies high and low
If I tried to call out in the sunset,
I wonder if I'd encounter the gentle you

The sound of a piano that somebody plays
very much resembles [bad word] of the sea
Do the people [bad word] and go late in the afternoon
carry a summer coloured dream too?
My love is a diary
that spells the pages of my life 
My love is a boat
that goes throughout the empty sea
If I looked back in the sunset,
I wonder if you'd be looking for me

On the promenade shaking trees
cast shadows of good-bye
Can the old chapel and chicken weather vane 
be seen in the summer coloured town
Yesterday's love is nothing more but tears
they will soon dry out and disappear
Tomorrow's love is a mere refrain -
words that have no end
If we met by chance in the sunset,
I wonder if you'd embrace me