a song—folk—key of ???
here's to you: my dead and burned-out sugar cane
is it true that we will never sail again?
who's to blame when the sea foam clouds our eyes and mouth?
i can tell when i can hear the ravens shout
it's time to taste, it's time to face
the time that time forgot
it's ours to break, it's ours to make
it all alright for us to take
i knew you as she who takes up summer days
with a slew of sands and salt from ocean waves
what's in store for the one's who can't dream anything
anymore? what will make the autumn ring?
it's a shame, a shame, a shame to let this go
but take, but take, but take it up alone