A Song for Tala
Me and Mother Harbor let the tide slip away
Revealing her hands entwined in mine
Safe and sound and sweet and soft beneath the whip of my flags three
Hello Carolopolis! Carolina! My Country 'Tis of Thee!
Quiet undercover of another deep blue night
Threads of silk in a sateen sky dimming the gibbous light
While five tapdancing fingers piano your prickly spine
Up and down and up again - a silly rhythm in my mind
Your Baby's Breath Breeze does billow my sojourner's breast
Your Baby's Breath breathing good tidings who beckon me home
Your Baby's Breath healing my sin-sick soul
At last, at once, for all!
You are a Palmetto; I catch you pom-pomming my skies
Tippy-toes hardly anchored in the wharf
We are nestled somewhere halfway up a South Atlantic Coast
Brackish muddy waters never felt so warm!
Toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers of a tidepool
Who decided to stick around a while and play
Stick around after the sheets over me and my beloved Lady Harbor
Slipped and slid away
Never have I ever felt such a pulse of white hot lightning
So stilling and silent and exciting
Autonomic static shock after catatonic shock
After - don't stop - please, just one more shut-the-world-out shock
The tidepool ripples in our too-tiny bed
The surface sparkles Eversilver
And I shall sing now to thee - and only thee
My beloved Harbor Mother, intertwined in me
Five tapdancing fingers piano your prickly spine
Up and down and up again
Revealing her hands entwined in mine
Safe and sound and sweet and soft beneath the whip of my flags three
Hello Carolopolis! Carolina! My Country 'Tis of Thee!
Quiet undercover of another deep blue night
Threads of silk in a sateen sky dimming the gibbous light
While five tapdancing fingers piano your prickly spine
Up and down and up again - a silly rhythm in my mind
Your Baby's Breath Breeze does billow my sojourner's breast
Your Baby's Breath breathing good tidings who beckon me home
Your Baby's Breath healing my sin-sick soul
At last, at once, for all!
You are a Palmetto; I catch you pom-pomming my skies
Tippy-toes hardly anchored in the wharf
We are nestled somewhere halfway up a South Atlantic Coast
Brackish muddy waters never felt so warm!
Toes of mine so tickled by the prickles of the fingers of a tidepool
Who decided to stick around a while and play
Stick around after the sheets over me and my beloved Lady Harbor
Slipped and slid away
Never have I ever felt such a pulse of white hot lightning
So stilling and silent and exciting
Autonomic static shock after catatonic shock
After - don't stop - please, just one more shut-the-world-out shock
The tidepool ripples in our too-tiny bed
The surface sparkles Eversilver
And I shall sing now to thee - and only thee
My beloved Harbor Mother, intertwined in me
Five tapdancing fingers piano your prickly spine
Up and down and up again
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Falvey
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