Tytuł: Let us go laughing

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 274

My canoe lies on the water
   evening holds the bones of day
   the sun like gold dust slips away
  
   One by one antique stars
   herald the arrival of
   their pale protectress moon
  
   Ragged branches vibrate
   strummed by winds from o'er the hill
   singing tales of ancient days
  
   Far and silent lightning
   stirs the cauldron of the sky
   i turn my bow towards the shore
  
   * * *
  
   As we grow out of stones
   on and on and on
   so we'll all go to bones
   on and on for many a year
   but let us go laughing -- o
   let us go
  
   And may the holy hermit's staff
   on and on and on
   guide you to the shortest path
   on and on for many a year
   and let us go laughing -- o
   let us go
   let us go laughing -- o
   let us go