Sunday 6 October 2013

Grown Ocean.

In that dream I'm as old as the mountains

Still is starlight reflected in fountains


Children grown on the edge of the ocean

Kept like jewelry, kept with devotion

In that dream moving slow through the morning

You would come to me then without answers

Lick my wounds and remove my demands for now

Eucalyptus and orange trees are blooming

In that dream there's no darkness a-looming

In that dream moving slow through the morning time

In that dream I could hardly contain it

All my life I will wait to attain it

There, there, there

I know someday the smoke will all burn off

All these voices I'll someday have turned off

I will see you someday when I've woken

I'll be so happy just to have spoken

I'll have so much to tell you about it

In that dream I could hardly contain it

All my life I will wait to attain it

There, there, there

Wide-eyed walker, don't betray me

I will wake one day, don't delay me

Wide-eyed leaver, always going


Fleet Foxes / Robin Noel Pecknold