A Long-time-love song - Bruce Cockburn

can't trace this conversation --

words fragment and fall

into blue shadows by a white-baked wall.

through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls --

a song when it's over is no song at all.

(Chorus:) and you know I long to feel that sail
                 leaping in the wind
           and i long to see what lies beyond that rim
           oh, ever-new lover and friend
           sing me that love song again.

time measured in summersaults
and flickering kids' play --
cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day
translucent life-span evaporates away
to bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet

(repeat chorus)

(25/11/74)

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