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Silver BlueIn the first light of dawn, they take their tiny boats to the sea againJust a thin wall of wood between a body and a cold, cold grave Every working day, they offer themselves to the waves Come sun, come rain, come winter Come sun, come rain, come winter To draw a hard living from the icy water with a simple prayer Let me make it to the shore before the night and the thunder Steer me clear from the rocks that will cut this wood asunder Water, oh water of silver blue Water, oh water of silver blue Don't take me today Sometimes in the night, in some dusty place amid the endless plains I yearn for the sea, and the silver blue fills my eyes again I can hear seabirds calling and the foghorn's lonely warning drone Blue water, calling me home Blue water, calling me home And I pray that I'll return, to cross that last hill to see the blue again Take me back to the water before the years are all gone Don't let me die where the dust clouds roll and the brown rivers run Water, oh water of silver blue Water, oh water of silver blue I will return some day Why do we need to stare at the sea? We flock like pilgrims to the shores I stand before the blue; I wonder like so many must have wondered before I feel huge, like the world is mine, and smaller than one grain of salty sand Water, oh water of silver blue Water, oh water of silver blue We'll all return some day Let me make it to the shore before the night and the thunder Steer me clear from the rocks that will cut this wood asunder Water, oh water of silver blue Water, oh water,of silver blue (© 1988 by Harvey Reid)
As recorded on #104 "Of Wind & Water" Return to Song List |