We were Born before the Wind
oh ,,, so much younger than the Sun ,,,
everything was one ,,,,, as we Sailed into the Mystic ,,,,
~~~~~~~~~~~ Van Morrison ~~~~~~~~~~~
Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~
""" Just another Lonely Boy from New York ,,, """
He pulled into Town around Sundown ,,,
Said he was seeking his Sister ,,,
who ran away from an Abusive Crab Catcher Boyfriend back in Maine ,,,
He spoke of a Letter she'd left , in which was scribbled : " You're my Salvation ,,, come quick please "
and here's where the story goes sideways ,,,,
They related that atop the Hill ,,,,
the Old Mansion with Daffodils ,,,
where spirits roam
the Forest Deep ,,,
and Munchkins ,,,
Through holes in the Castle creep ,,,
where Wolves are never seen ,,,
but felt like thorns in the Ashes that Burn ,,,
and Green eyed Poppies eat PB&J ,,, from
a Fountain Made of Burnished Clay ,,,
up there on Hilltop High ,,,
may be the Girl ,
the Crab Apple ,,
of the Crab Catchers eye ,,,
Sleeping lightly on a Silken Stone ,,,
her Skirt raised high
revealing how long ,,,
she'd been alone ,,,
There ,,,
There you may run ,,, to find
the Orphaned Child ,,,
upon your Mind ,,,
smoking a Pipe of Garnet Stone ,,,
up there ,,, all alone ,,
Now,,,
Upon the Sun Rays of tomorrow's Morn ,,,
Come Back this way ,,,,
come alone ,,,
we'll take tither to that Hilltop Home ,,,
and show you the sister you ,,,,
~~~~~~~ Sorry Man ,,, my laptop Ribbon ran out of Ink ~~~~~~~~~
oh ,,, so much younger than the Sun ,,,
everything was one ,,,,, as we Sailed into the Mystic ,,,,
~~~~~~~~~~~ Van Morrison ~~~~~~~~~~~
Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~
""" Just another Lonely Boy from New York ,,, """
He pulled into Town around Sundown ,,,
Said he was seeking his Sister ,,,
who ran away from an Abusive Crab Catcher Boyfriend back in Maine ,,,
He spoke of a Letter she'd left , in which was scribbled : " You're my Salvation ,,, come quick please "
and here's where the story goes sideways ,,,,
They related that atop the Hill ,,,,
the Old Mansion with Daffodils ,,,
where spirits roam
the Forest Deep ,,,
and Munchkins ,,,
Through holes in the Castle creep ,,,
where Wolves are never seen ,,,
but felt like thorns in the Ashes that Burn ,,,
and Green eyed Poppies eat PB&J ,,, from
a Fountain Made of Burnished Clay ,,,
up there on Hilltop High ,,,
may be the Girl ,
the Crab Apple ,,
of the Crab Catchers eye ,,,
Sleeping lightly on a Silken Stone ,,,
her Skirt raised high
revealing how long ,,,
she'd been alone ,,,
There ,,,
There you may run ,,, to find
the Orphaned Child ,,,
upon your Mind ,,,
smoking a Pipe of Garnet Stone ,,,
up there ,,, all alone ,,
Now,,,
Upon the Sun Rays of tomorrow's Morn ,,,
Come Back this way ,,,,
come alone ,,,
we'll take tither to that Hilltop Home ,,,
and show you the sister you ,,,,
~~~~~~~ Sorry Man ,,, my laptop Ribbon ran out of Ink ~~~~~~~~~
laptop ribbon out of ink?
