Barclay James Harvest
Mockingbird
Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sky
Hush, now Darling don't you cry.
There's a mockingbird singing songs in the trees
There's a mockingbird singing songs just for you and me
Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sky
Time will see your tears run dry
There's a mockingbird singing songs in the trees
There's a mockingbird singing songs just for you and me
There's a mockingbird singing songs in the trees
There's a mockingbird singing songs just for you and me
Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds then sun
Bless the tears of love now gone
There's a mockingbird singing songs in the trees
There's a mockingbird singing songs just for me
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. ~Carl Sandburg
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