(David Crosby)
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Wheel gull spin and glide... you've got no place to hide
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'Cause you don't need one
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All along the lee shore shells lie scattered in my sin
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Winking up like shining eyes at me, from the sea
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Here is one like sunrise older than you know
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It's still lying there where some careless wave
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Forgot it long ago
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When I awoke this morning
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Dove beneath my floating home
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Down below her graceful side
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In the turning tide
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To watch the sea fish roam
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And there I heard a story
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From the sailors of the Sandra Marie
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There's another isle a days' run away from here
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It's empty and free
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From here to Venezuela nothing more to see
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Than a hundred thousand islands
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Flung like jewels upon the sea
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For you and me
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Sunset smells of dinner
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Women are calling at me to end my tales
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But perhaps I'll see you the next quiet place
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I furl my sails
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Lee Shore
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| Crosby & Nash |
