Strange Meeting II
Another song I wrote recently
Which means I have to hit the words
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams
So far away, so long ago it seems
The memory comes of a distant beach
With the pale sand stretching far from reach
It was then I found my princess of the sand
As I traced the foam with the pebbles beneath my feet
I looked behind, and I saw this one so sweet
She came to me and I saw in her eyes
The heavy toll of a thousand sighs
I called her my princess of the sand
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze
As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze
She moved her mouth but it made no sound
The message she brought can never be found
But I called her my princess in the sand
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face
Then I looked, she'd gone, of her presence, there was no trace
Where she went or came from, who can know
If she'll ever return to help me know
Who she is, my princess of the sand
Someday when the summer nights come back
I'll go back to the sea, and I'll follow that sand sweat track
I'll look around, and I'll hope to find
That strange young dream behind
I'll call her my princess in the sand
And I haven't thought quite the words
I start to feel anxious, that's my surrealist song
It's crazy, I mean, it's sort of-
It's some funny dream
Which means I have to hit the words
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams
So far away, so long ago it seems
The memory comes of a distant beach
With the pale sand stretching far from reach
It was then I found my princess of the sand
As I traced the foam with the pebbles beneath my feet
I looked behind, and I saw this one so sweet
She came to me and I saw in her eyes
The heavy toll of a thousand sighs
I called her my princess of the sand
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze
As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze
She moved her mouth but it made no sound
The message she brought can never be found
But I called her my princess in the sand
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face
Then I looked, she'd gone, of her presence, there was no trace
Where she went or came from, who can know
If she'll ever return to help me know
Who she is, my princess of the sand
Someday when the summer nights come back
I'll go back to the sea, and I'll follow that sand sweat track
I'll look around, and I'll hope to find
That strange young dream behind
I'll call her my princess in the sand
And I haven't thought quite the words
I start to feel anxious, that's my surrealist song
It's crazy, I mean, it's sort of-
It's some funny dream
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Rodney Drake
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