"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

18 December 2015

Crosby, (Stills), & Nash, "Lee Shore"

Wheel gull spin and glide
You've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one

All along the lee shore
Shells lie scattered in the sand
Winking up like shining eyes, at me
From the sea

Here is one like sunrise
It's older than you know
It's still lying there where
Some careless wave
Forgot it long ago

When I awoke this morning
I dove beneath my floating home
Down below her graceful side
In the turning tide
To watch the sea fish roam

There I heard a story
From the sailors of the Sandra Marie
There's another island a
Day's run away from here
And it's empty and free

From here to Venezuela
There's nothing more to see
Than a hundred thousand islands
Flung like jewels upon the sea
For you and me


Sunset smells of dinner
Women are calling at me to end my tales
But perhaps I'll see you,
The next quiet place
I furl my sails

David Crosby

1970



1973



1989

No comments: