I see quiet people

Gathering berries, fishing, swimming

Living simply by green marshes

Their skin as dark as the bark of the trees


I see grass and I see boulders

I see brown and sturdy shoulders

I hear the sound of children’s laughter


And singing and chanting

And bickering and panting

And the sounds of calling after


I see mothers rocking babies to sleep

Fathers fishing in the harbor deep

Young girls weave and giggle and coo

Yes, I see them, too


And I see small boys standing on the shore

Arrested, mid-play by the sight of tall masts

On the darkening horizon

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP