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)



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