Lyrics
in the bow of the boat he awakened and his heart was barren as the still sea surround in his dream a silver stream of fishes swarmed to fill his nets the boat rode so low and his spirits so high and the vision was so vivid on that empty deck he felt he'd slept for days slept for daysevery morning as the sun rose she fed her seeds to the sharp stones scratched furrows in the dust but in her siesta slumbers she struck the dead earth with her trowel and a golden fountain of grain appeared still every dusk she dined again from empty baskets and a wish she'd slept for days slept for daysfrom the cradle of man to this grand pageant of purpose life is still thirst life is still hunger life is still very very heavythey brew the last of the tea that morning she decides to tell her husband what she's seen "a river of rice swallowed our dead fields my man" as his temper and the tea come to the boil "if you'd tilled instead of dreaming" says he "would we be drowning in our hunger now?"it is the best tea they've ever had like a fine fine wine the fisherman says "I have had the dreams too though I was too ashamed to tell you" then they lay down side by side close their eyes and sleep for days sleep for days and days and days and days and days and days and daysfrom the cradle of man to this grand pageant of purpose life is still thirst life is still hunger life is still very very heavydays and days and days....
Similar Tracks
0 resultsNo similar tracks yet
We couldn't find tracks similar to this one right now. Explore our full catalog to discover something new.