Over the mountains, across the planes
by the cattle skulls, on the way
through the storms and the pouring rain
red rooster weather-vane
over the oaks, over rolling hills
through the wash, together still
and now we’re swimming in the wet warm sea
floating around with my back in the breeze
and its been a long time
and I’ve come a long way
to see you
up on the beach, me feet in the sand
watch the waves slide across the land
now we’re tired, we want something to eat
put on our shoes and wander through the streets
then we were told the storm was coming from the sea
the sea that gave us what was hers to see
so we got up to look for ourselves
saw the wall of gray and the rising swells
watched her go mad, from beauty to rage
shaking, twisting the edge of the bay
she hurled herself onto the land
as if jealous of the trees beyond the sand
she pulled and threw, she took what she could
leaving stranded crabs and piles of wood
knocking down, throwing around
until she spilt her rage on the high ground
Written and performed by Derek White ©1988
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