WATERline

And I followed you to the waterline

& I held your hand & I held your eye

& we sat together on a stone

& we watched the water roll

                            where we might roam

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And there's no one else around 

in sight or sound

& there's no one else around

    where the water's rolling down

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And I followed you 

where the mosses hung

& I held my breath & I held my tongue

& I watched that mood roll over you

& I told you yes I'm lonesome too

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And there's no one else around . . . 

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And I'd like to know 

just what you're thinking

but your eyes read like a mystery

& I'd like to tell you how I'm feeling

like a river rolling to the sea

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And there's no one else around . . .

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    copyright words & music Luke Powers

for Phoebe Claire Publishing 2001