Tuesday, 29 January 2008

The Waterfall.

If I lived in a cave behind a waterfall with green grass all around me and pine trees very tall, then
the winds could blow and the rain could fall but I'd be safe 'neath my waterfall.

Inside my little cave I would live as I want to live. There'd be peace and silence and time to think,
with many thoughts to sieve and the frantic world would seem far away from behind my waterfall.

But wait, what thoughts are these? You can't escape what's real. The world is real, yes, very real
and you have no time to dream. No, you have no time to dream.

So, live as you have to live and love the one you love, for there is no cave, save in your dreams
and you have no time to dream.

2 comments:

David said...

How nice to see that again, Mick. You wrote that a while back and I wrote a song around back then because it inspired me so. Called My Waterfall, funnily enough.

Watercolours said...

I remember the song well, Dave. You and Mag. must have written and produced many. Fred the frog was my favourite.