It's from Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer's "Merlin's Lament":
In a castle keep, in a vault of stone In a house at the end of the lane An old man weeps in his door alone And he sings out this mournful refrain
She will not come back, she will not come back Though the mountains fall down to the sea And the sky burns to cinders and the rivers run black She will not come back to me
No lightning rede from his books of lore From the staff in the corner, no fire And the crystal ball, always bright before Is grey as the dust of desire
She will not come back, she will not come back Though he call on the powers that be They will cipher this message in his cold zodiac She will not come back, she will not come back She will not come back to me
And joy, my love, was a dancing spring And life was the touch of her lips And a brook ran mad to my cave downstream From the miracle hills of her hips
She will not come back, she will not come back Though the stars hang their tears in the trees And tireless Orion lies spent in his tracks She will not come back, she will not come back She will not come back to me
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven, I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean. Carried by the currents to all continents' shores. Reaching into depths where the sun’s light has never shone. Mixed with algae and coral. Breathed in by sharks and dolphins. Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists. Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers, swamps, and estuaries. Down through limestone into the aquifer. Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets. Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children.
If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman. My mother once told me she would have named me Laura. I would grow up to be strong and beautiful like her. One day I’d find an honest man to make my husband. We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico. Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together. The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water. We would know we loved each other without having to say it. At night we would sleep with the windows of our house left open. Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children.
There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve.
(Yeah, the second verse not so much, though it's amusing and intriguing. Also, let us just gloss over the fact that dolphins do not breathe ocean water...)
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It's from Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer's "Merlin's Lament":
In a castle keep, in a vault of stone
In a house at the end of the lane
An old man weeps in his door alone
And he sings out this mournful refrain
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though the mountains fall down to the sea
And the sky burns to cinders and the rivers run black
She will not come back to me
No lightning rede from his books of lore
From the staff in the corner, no fire
And the crystal ball, always bright before
Is grey as the dust of desire
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though he call on the powers that be
They will cipher this message in his cold zodiac
She will not come back, she will not come back
She will not come back to me
And joy, my love, was a dancing spring
And life was the touch of her lips
And a brook ran mad to my cave downstream
From the miracle hills of her hips
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though the stars hang their tears in the trees
And tireless Orion lies spent in his tracks
She will not come back, she will not come back
She will not come back to me
The last chorus stays with me.
--and I've thought, he's tired.
You should write of him.
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Here's one for you, which the ninja girl brought back from college with her. As soon as I heard the first verse, I thought you should have it:
The Ocean, by Against Me!
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven,
I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean.
Carried by the currents to all continents' shores.
Reaching into depths where the sun’s light has never shone.
Mixed with algae and coral.
Breathed in by sharks and dolphins.
Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists.
Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers, swamps, and estuaries.
Down through limestone into the aquifer.
Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets.
Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children.
If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman.
My mother once told me she would have named me Laura.
I would grow up to be strong and beautiful like her.
One day I’d find an honest man to make my husband.
We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico.
Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together.
The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water.
We would know we loved each other without having to say it.
At night we would sleep with the windows of our house left open.
Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children.
There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve.
(Yeah, the second verse not so much, though it's amusing and intriguing. Also, let us just gloss over the fact that dolphins do not breathe ocean water...)