Across Waters - 17 Hippies

Come in son, take off them boots

Hang up your coat

Pull up that chair to the stove, where it’s warm

Will you have coffee or tea

On this grey November morning?

Thank you for asking, I guess I’m OK

Last night I woke up

With a dream that’s been haunting me

Over and over again I see faces

Turning away from the fire

That’s burning the house

That my father was born in

Down by the river

Now covered in ice

That people are trying to cross

Frantically hoping to save what is left

Of their lives

Across the waters

Across the cold dark waters

Then all of a sudden the images change

Far away hills roll away in the sun

I feel the longing of spring

There’s me as a child

Happily laughing goodbye to my father

Who is leaving to fight in some war

And the house seems to whisper: leave

Across the waters

So thank you for asking

Yes I’m ok, this fire has burnt down low

But don’t worry

It has ceased to remind me

Of my home by the river

I’m ready to leave