Tytuł: Never so free

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 305

Wind across the quay-side
   grit in my eyes and fish in my nose
   white as whalebone, wheeling seagulls cry
  
   outside the bar in the high-street
   blind fingers spin an accordeon reel
   shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time
  
   fishing boat stretched out at low tide
   dog and a black man work on the deck
   bright as a bottle, sunlight skips wave to wave
  
   part of a map of somewhere
   teases my foot like a haunting dream
   never so free, i'm lost in the seagulls' flight