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The River And The Boy, by Mrbiggies(m): 4:56am On Aug 30, 2006 |
The River and the Boy The seagulls are returning home, O little boy, O little boy, The seagulls are returning home, O little boy, O little boy Tell me if you can hear the lapping sounds Of the full tide coming in, O little boy, O little boy, Tell me if you can hear the lapping sounds Of the full tide coming in, O little boy, O little boy, And follow the seagulls on their homebound trail, O little boy, O little boy, And follow the seagulls on their homebound trail, O little boy, O little boy The river tonight is full of deep mysteries The river tonight sings in blind ecstasy O little boy, O little boy, And the moon hangs too low, Its silken face against the river’s ample bosom, O little boy, O little boy, Return home then on the homebound trail Follow the sound of the seagulls as they flee The gathering night O little boy, O little boy, But the boy stayed rooted by the river, And before the seagulls departed, Their frightening calls shaking the silken bosom Of the trembling night, I saw the boy unfetter a canoe swaying to and fro On the lapping tide, And with his face to the sea, paddle into the gray & golden night. I was a boy when he left the laughing pearl, Sea-kissed island on the back of the back of the world, On that golden night of moon-washed earth and lapping kisses, For the roaring sea beyond the gray and roaring horizon, & never returned with the ancient voyagers of the endless horizon, The seagulls, their laughing cries rocking the bosom of our island universe. The drums throbbed the next morning, all day long, & all night long. The dirges came in like the swift river going home to the sea, & rose and fell, rose and fell like the throbbing bosom of a grief-stricken mother. & every year now on the anniversary of his departure for the high seas, I hear her cry, mingled with the homebound cry Of the seagulls, The seagulls are returning home, O little boy, O little boy The seagulls are returning home, O little boy, O little boy. Tell me if you can hear the lapping sounds Of the full tide coming in. |
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