John Cale: piano, harmonium, brass arrangement
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Pat Donaldson: bass
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Gerry Conway: drums
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Tony Cox: VCS 3
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Soft lapped the bark boats
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A wounded shoulder hurt me not
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Snake - like branches quietly hid my eyes so bright in the swamp-red sun
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Soft edged the foreign words
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Coloured by the dark waves splash in the mist
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Brown the breasts and purple-stained
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Dye deep-pounded with the stone
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The warm wind now lifts the haze
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I looked and I caught my breath
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And I raised my head up high
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And I shouted out loud in my soul
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Beautiful stranger I'm glad I found you
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Bright the sky above my head
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Streaked with red and yellow wing
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Warm the mud between my toes
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Darkest green the inland trail
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Distant now the bark boats
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Golden beads on silver wire of sea
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Long bathed by salty spray
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Visions float on the dry earths smell
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Drifting back through younger days
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I looked and I caught my breath
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And I shouted out loud in my soul
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Beautiful stranger I'm glad I found you
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Moist and cool the river bank
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Laid me down against a tree
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Remembering as in a dream
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Shoulder cut in the dark waves splash
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In that place no wound there was
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Only a ring of finest bronze there gleamed
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Soft lapped the back boats
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Brown the breasts and purple stained
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River green reflect the gaze
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I looked and I caught my breath
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And I raised my head up high
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And I shouted out loud in my soul
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Beautiful stranger I'm glad I found you
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Beautiful Stranger
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| Mike Heron |
