My Scraggy Cliff
On a high and scraggy cliff above the soggy sea
There, there my memory drifts, to find the things
That so enamored me. A gull aloft in silent glee
Upon the eye, happy longings and wonder brings
And a child's desire to fly
And a child's desire to fly
The waves foaming white, unsaddled, wild and free
Gallop on the blue terrain, gallop to the shores
And in my fancy the freed spirits billowing call to me
Come we are freedom's chosen doors, sweet doors
From life's chain of poverty
From life's chain of poverty
I loved their tease, their seductive calls, like I love
Women full of zest and daring, but I was not drunk at all
To plunge and leave the beauty framed by the above
To waste without a paramour. But each spray would fall
On the flowers of my heart
On the flowers of my heart
Growing on the grimy gorge of rock, resplendent in the sun
A beauty unsurpassed in gold, in vanity and in show
A tough shrub almost like marigold, where little crabs run
My scraggy cliff, my heights above ships distant glow
My favorite place to dream
My favorite place to dream
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