Bruce Cockburn
you point to the sky
You point to the sky
The sky
Is reflected in your eyes
Want to fly
On a carpet of brown leaves
We retrace the steps of change
Construct a tapestry of what will come
You point to the sea
What seems to be so free
Bound by
Empty sky
On a tower of gray earth
Far above the spray-struck stone
We climb toward the melting point of time
Here we tumble down the path
Comic beggars trading laughs
For scraps from the tables of the wise
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- Miscellaneous
- Slice O Life: Bruce Cockburn Live Solo
- Life Short Call Now
- Speechless
- The Charity Of Night
- Dart To The Heart
- Christmas
- Nothing But A Burning Light
- Big Circumstance
- Humans
- World Of Wonders
- Stealing Fire
- The Trouble With Normal
- Inner City Front
- Further Adventures Of Bruce Cockburn
- In The Falling Dark
- Salt, Sun And Time
- Night Vision
- Sunwheel Dance
- High Winds, White Sky