Re: Seeing It Through His Lyrics
As an avid viewer and occasional contributer, I respectfully offer some of my favorites.
The lamp is burning low upon my table top, the snow is softly falling...
Roses are waiting for dew drops to fall, climbing your windows and walls..
And lest we forget; Last of all you old Sea Dogs, who travel after whale, you'd storm the gates of hell itself, for the taste of a mermaids tail... (How the heck does he do it?)
I do agree that the previously mentioned line from Now and Then is one of the most descriptive, he is truly a Painter of pictures through his lyrics.
BE
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