(Mike Heron)
Farewell Plymouth, your morning cold
and grey
Is painting shadows on my thoughts
And we're bound for nowhere
Joseph, I know you're trusting me to see
you right
And I know you can't stand the fighting
For one more night
Joseph, the mud gives way to coral
somewhere
And the hours of light they last and last
We'll see no more hostile flag there
From craft unknown we will have grown free
From sighing
Singing the dolphin through
Singing the dolphin through
Singing the dolphin through
Still waters
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