Ive been working on the lyrics for my new song, Your Gifts Lay on Your Sandy Shores. Here are the revised lyrics, and I think theyre pretty close to final: Your Gifts Lay on Your Sandy Shores by me Stanza 1 I stood atop a hill, And watched in swamps and streams, The life that teemed below, Along the old St. Johns. And out across the beds, Of salty river marsh, I saw a treasured prize, Of matchless worth to all. Stanza 2 The St. Johns, long and wide, Sustains the manatee, And floods our mighty plains, With saw grass, trees and scrub. The mighty heron blue, Depends on this, her home, To hunt for precious food, And feed her growing young. Stanza 3 The chorus of the frogs, Rings through the darkened woods, Composing whole new songs, As rain falls through the leaves. Antiphonal, the calls, Of birds from tree to tree, Make music all day long, Both old and somehow new. Stanza 4 Our thriving wetlands build, A wall against the storms, That threaten to engulf. Our cities, towns and homes, They yield a wealth of good, We frequently ignore, They spawn the fish we crave, And cleanse our watershed. Chorus Oh Florida, your gifts, Lay on your sandy shores, And spread across your land, In soggy fields and bogs. Where alligators prowl, And river otters play, Thats where youll find the gems, That give far more than gold. Coda Thats where it is, oh Florida. Take care, and pass it on.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 04:05:59 +0000
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