Ethereal Love We Can't Find In The Sea Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ethereal love we can't find in the sea
So we must carve a forest path.
And find a core of gold.
Where the river forks and can be found
And a company camped waving a wand.

Ethereal love we can't find in the sea
But yet she calls to me
Look here, I have gold ore for you.
So we must cross many a land and sea.
Panning for gold you can hold in your hand.

Ethereal love we can't find in the sea
It's like milk and honey.
There's plenty to be found.
But it's nothing but fool's gold.
With a loaded gun in the glove box, ready to explode.

Ethereal love we can't find in the sea
Although I've looked for an eternity
I am now growing too old.
I believe now true love has flown me by.
And can't be found and can't be found.

But yet hark, hark she calls to me.
With her pan of gold in her hand.