My portion to walk
These barren, wasted hills
Knuckled and gaunt
And stiff with old loam
Flow down through the world’s ebb
All among dark strangers
Whose hourglass
Runs thick with dream
Bent upon the strait path
I have no whim
To tell each fashioned note
As truly as some well tuned liar
But choose instead
To take the same old number
Rip from its womb untimely something new
And make it count
For music
…………For music
Has unmanned me, aye
And stole my reason
To make cause with those
Who are not privy to this openness
Who have ears and do not
– Ben Naga
© 2015, poem, Ben Naga, All rights reserved
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Sons Of The Pioneers – Cool Water Lyrics
All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water,
Cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry and souls that cry for water,
Cool water.
The night are cool and I’m a fool each stars a pool of water,
Cool water.
But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn and carry on to water,
Cool water.
(Chorus)
Keep a movin’ Dan, don’t you listen to him Dan, he’s a devil not a man
and he spreads the burnin’ sand with water.
Dan can’t you see that big green tree where the waters runnin’ free
and it’s waiting there for me and you.
Water, cool water.
The shadows sway and seem to say tonight we pray for water,
Cool water.
And way up there He’ll hear our prayer and show us where there’s water,
Cool Water.
Dan’s feet are sore he’s yearning for just one thing more than water,
Cool water.
Like me, I guess, he’d like to rest where there’s no quest for water,
Cool water.
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