Calling Me
Words & Music: Pat Drummond and Brent Parlane

Dateline: 09/10/2006 : Leura, NSW

There's nothing like a night under the stars in the Blue Mountains to put the concerns of our daily lives in their proper perspective. Perhaps it's our homing instinct at work, but a sense of wonder and mystery is common to all who have ever contemplated the night sky.

Moonglow on a snow kissed mountain

White tips on a windswept sea


Icenets in a Winter river


There's a place that's calling me


I don't know what I hope to find


Maybe something that I left behind


Innocence or Peace of Mind


but it's calling me


Star trails in a western desert


Shorebreaks on a virgin beach


Sunbeams in an emerald forest


There's a place that's calling me


Somewhere deep in the heart of man


windtrails swirl through the crimson sand


And a voice from where it all began


Is calling me


Nights like this I watch the moon


From my safe surburban room


And flee the safety of it's womb


To where the wild things are


Moonlight on a red tile sea


Street lights stretch away from me


while somewhere out there distantly


I see the evening star


Beyond the rings of Saturn


In the heart of a galaxy


From the light of a long dead nova


There's a voice that's calling me


I don't know what I hope to see


Maybe heaven or eternity


What we wish might come to be


is calling me

Solitude and Mystery

Are Calling Me

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