singer
songwriter
poet
Down by the river, where memories linger,
as sunlight on water makes rings for my fingers,
I'm searching for something I seem to have lost on my way.
The man I recall little more than a shadow,
the swallow returns with the wings of a sparrow,
the river runs fast but the waters seem shallow these days.

So many the fences a man has to climb,
So many the cross-roads without any sign,
in search of a light for the dark in my mind,
down by the river where memories linger
sunlight on water does fine.

Kingfisher colours, Kaleidoscope! Cabaret!
Flash!, little rainbow, and carry my breath away;
mend all my cares with your needle of turquoise and flame.
Then closing my eyes as the rivers song sings to me;
finding a phrase, like "a dreaming of willow trees".
drifting away, as the summer breeze whispers my name.

So many the fences a man has to climb;
so many the crossroads without any sign
and hungry for harmony, poetry, peace…
and a rhyme,
down by the river where memories linger;
sunlight on water tastes fine.
And turning for home by the soft light of evening,
my heartbeat as one with the sound of my breathing,
a peace in my soul I believe I've no need to explain,
as high overhead goes a cloud on a journey
from some troubled sea, like a page of eternity
heading upstream to be born by the river again.

Oh so many the fences a man has to climb;
so many the cross-roads without any sign
and swept on the tide reaching out for a line…
for a time,
down by the river where memories linger
sunlight on water's so fine.
Sunlight on water, sunlight on water,
sunlight on water, sunlight on water,
sunlight on water, sunlight on water,
sunlight on water's so fine.

© Steve O'Kane