that mean anything to me
are conjured up by wind and sunlight
sparkling on the sea
I ran aground in a harbor town
lost the taste for being free
thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
to carry me to sea
Two thousand years and half a world away
dying trees still grow greener when you pray
Silver scales flash bright and fade
in reeds along the shore
Like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade
his ship comes shining
Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
his ship comes shining
-Bruce Cockburn
2 comments:
My fingers still remember how to play that song.
I'm hoping to get out of there for a few days of contemplating it next week.
Oh, and have fun with the little naredowells. I haven't heard if they've arrived yet.
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