The Dabsong Conshirtoe

Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man
Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand
Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin
The rain like circles begins again

All my life, this has been a mystery
I can close my eyes and clearly see
Everytime I'm happy in dream your memories bring me down
Set me free – let me be

Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time
Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds
Under a bridge of peace of woods that don't forget
She stops and stares as if we've never met

For all I know, this could be my destiny
Searching every hour of each day
Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
Calling you



Credits
Writer(s): John William Murphy, David M Sinclair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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