High Winds White Sky - Bruce Cockburn

    High winds
    white sky
    wild birds do glide
    tattered smoke fades
    embers in the pipe
    move like
    life beginning

    High winds
    glittering ring
    blood of the king
    daughter of the stars
    you are
    life beginning

    The wind's travellers' tales tease the tops of the trees
    the ships have all sailed to the mouth of the sea...

    High winds
    wheel turns
    the spider spins
    hands draw us in
    river-scented skin
    moves in
    life beginning

    Falsehood lies panting like a fish in the palm...

    (ottawa -- june, 1970)


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