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Silver Blue

In the first light of dawn, they take their tiny boats to the sea again
Just 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"



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