oh the water speaks
do you hear her cry-
give me a ready ship and the aqua seas!-
spilling out liquid mystery
to my wanton wandering ears
and the heat pours down like tears and
in the fertile tropic zone
and alone
sailing in company
and alone
Espanol rivers of lyrical words
lifting up white tropic birds
to the trade winds kissing the lights in the sky
as we sail sweet and rocking by night
and I lie
naked and sweating and brown
and good lord, in every little shoreside town
there is magic
and dust
and the blare of the sun
on tin roofs and dirt roads and hills
where the grey iguana run
dream like a sparkling blue fish
each one a coin, each one a wish
for peaceful enchantment
and fair sailing winds
on a smooth deck of pine
under canvas and spars
standing midnight watch
in a silver shower of stars
oh the water speaks
do you hear her cry-
give me a ready ship and the aqua seas!-
spilling out liquid mystery
to my wanton wandering ears
and the heat pours down like tears
in the fertile tropic zone
sailing in company
and alone