I wander through the years
In search of someone I miss
Who does not wander through the years in search of someone [whom] we miss or would like to encounter?
Some time in the past, as a teenager I lived at the Southcoast of England in Ferring, West Worthing. It is a pity that at that time I did not appreciate it much more [as to] how I could be taken up by the beautiful countryside.
Many teenagers do not let themselves be carried away far enough by the sound of the waves, though I must admit regularly [that] I let myself be carried away, and even got poetic ideas … though did not let myself be taken by the sound of the waves and the trees a little bit further, because there was the fear, for wasting to[o] much time … because there was still so much to do (not forgetting [that] I had to study …)
In life we should take every moment to be one for ourselves, even when sharing it with others, allowing it to carry us away in dream clouds.
Those who have the seashore nearby can go there for a walk and have many dreams of past moments but also of moments [that] we would have wished for to happen. Then we too could remember the kiss [that] the author of this song is talking about.
Would it be not nice if we could sing
All my life I have tried
To be one with you . . . . . .
Would we not love to be one with nature and those who give that extra to this world? Often we look for someone to love, but are blind and deaf for what nature puts in front [of] us, because we long [for] too much.
Later, when we are older, we [shall] realise that we have passed by, several times. Instead of following the footprints in the loose sand, we walked faster than these footsteps could cope with and tripped over unseen obstacles.
How many of us would not have to think of the unreachable and say
Looking far at the sea
I reach out for your hand
And the hand reaches over the rolling waves, by thought which dare not [roil] but wants to go straight. So many times hoping that there would be the one, somewhere beyond reach who’ll wait for the sighing and hoping.
Then, many years later we cherish the moments when we could muse and look far across the rolling hills and crashing waves. Then, perhaps too late we’ll say
Wish I were there
To kiss you one more time
Till eternity . . . . . .