Pacific Crossing Trio - Six Months to Manila | Winds of Wander

On the long Manila galleon crossing home across the Pacific, a hundred days from land, a sailor touches the silk and shell comb he bought for his bride, and she sings to the western sea from the hill. Bittersweet, with baroque guitar, harp and violin. "Six Months to Manila" by Pacific Crossing Trio, from the radio of Winds of Wander, made for the game with Suno. Winds of Wander is an age-of-sail trading and adventure game on the real coasts of the world, from 1402 to 1799. In development, by one maker. All the music, with the words and translations: https://windsofwander.com/music/ Lyrics Three months to the west, my love, they said, And six coming home, if the winds are kind, And now we're a hundred days from land With nothing but water before and behind. The mate counts the biscuit, and he counts the men, And the sun comes up on the same wide sea, And I climb the shrouds at the evening hour And I look to the east, and I look for thee. Wait for me, wait for me, up on the hill, Where the bay lies blue and the wind is still, The widest sea in the world lies wide, But it's not so wide as my heart, my bride. (not so wide, my bride) I bought thee silk in the Manila stalls, And a comb of shell, and a small jade ring, They're wrapped in my shirt at the foot of my chest, And I take them out, and I touch them, and sing. The old men cough and the young men pray, And the water's green in the cask, and thin, But I keep thy face like a candle inside, And it keeps me warm when the cold comes in. I climb the hill when the sun goes down, Where the whole of the western sea is spread, I say to the water, be gentle to him, And I say thy name to the stars o'erhead. I've planted a lime by the chapel wall, It has grown a span since thy ship set sail, And when thou comest I'll pick thee one, And thou shalt be well, and thou shalt be hale. Oh-oh, the sea is wide, so wide, And the nights are long, and the days the same, But every day the ship rolls east, And every day I'm nearer thy name. Wait for me, wait for me, up on the hill, Where the bay lies blue and the wind is still, The widest sea in the world lies wide, But it's not so wide as my heart, my bride. (not so wide, my bride) Land, boys. Land tomorrow, or the day after. I can smell the hill. #WindsOfWander #GameMusic #AgeOfSail