Full Moon(Santa Barbara)
I listened,there was not a sound to hearIn the great rain of moonlight pouring down,The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,And a light mist of silver lulled the town.I saw far off the grey Pacific bearingA broad white disk of flame,And on the garden-walk a snail beside meTracing in crystal the slow way he came.
I listened,there was not a sound to hearIn the great rain of moonlight pouring down,The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,And a light mist of silver lulled the town.I saw far off the grey Pacific bearingA broad white disk of flame,And on the garden-walk a snail beside meTracing in crystal the slow way he came.
I listened,there was not a sound to hearIn the great rain of moonlight pouring down,The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
I listened,there was not a sound to hear
In the great rain of moonlight pouring down,
The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
I saw far off the grey Pacific bearingA broad white disk of flame,And on the garden-walk a snail beside meTracing in crystal the slow way he came.
I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing
A broad white disk of flame,
And on the garden-walk a snail beside me
Tracing in crystal the slow way he came.