an evening song
it's witchin him, witchin him along
he's wierd
with an evening song
mystifies and energizes all who know
that snake has shed his skin upon the floor
he whispers from the bleaching sand and shores
but it's real
the evening song
Within a single thing, a single thrill, a single shawl
it's clear
the evening song
remains the moment fast and strong
This field has not been tended in awhile,
he whispers from the bleaching sand and shores that run for miles
is it performed on that green guitar?
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