The warm wind will not blow tonight For the fog enshrouds landing light As she said she might have heard a bell tolling Though a gold ship sails her clouds and dreams Through the crashing seas she finds it seems That the shore she's looking for is hardly showing Oh what is this song she's singing Oh could it be for someone, being her, her everything Her paradisiac age and seas Whisper tongues into philosophies As petite Colombe has only what she's been stealing Tapestries that drape her walls Telling heroes she has witnessed fall While the hallway leaves them all blank to the ceiling Oh again this song she's singing Oh could it be for someone, being her, her every dream Beneath the deep and broken wall The reflecting glass of time it falls Through the crack she said she heard the ocean calling Foghorn cries profanity At the master of insanity As she watches ruins, leading me and sobbing Oh again this song she's singing Oh could it be for someone, being her, her everything. From Gene Clark "Echoes" Columbia Records
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