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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