on a three-year tour
The next tide
will take us from shore
Windlaced, gather
in sail and spray
On a search
for the mighty whale
Fly your willow branches
Wrap your body round my soul
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
There are years
behind us reaching
To the place
where hearts are beating
And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet
You're the last true love I'll ever meet
~
Mountain
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