Bruce Cockburn
bicycle trip
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Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Butterflies
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight
Sunlight
Corn grows high
Like a tall watusi
Katydid
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Hmmmmmm
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Making my great escape
You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pigeons have a way of taking wing
Back again
Purple thistles bristle
All around
Bane of the Eternal Dancer
Hmmmmmm
Home is just around the bend...
The end
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Slice O Life: Bruce Cockburn Live Solo
- Life Short Call Now
- Speechless
- The Charity Of Night
- Dart To The Heart
- Christmas
- Nothing But A Burning Light
- Big Circumstance
- Humans
- World Of Wonders
- Stealing Fire
- The Trouble With Normal
- Inner City Front
- Further Adventures Of Bruce Cockburn
- In The Falling Dark
- Salt, Sun And Time
- Night Vision
- Sunwheel Dance
- High Winds, White Sky