Stars back then all did see the blazing of the night
were comming home
to me.
Young our songs the future some in
flame did see.
Wisdom of our folly few seen in shores
of sand I bath for
all to see.
Magic winds the faces I see blazing
crosses high above
the sea.
Simple southern man I chose
to be.
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