.
Light's web,
Strains through the branches and
Earth breath,
Shrouding this city in greyness,
Vision poor, tops of the
Scrapers lie lost in the
Bleakness above.
Road's end
Mapped by the streetlamps that
Light them,
Focusing somewhere to meet men,
Lost in their wanderings,
We tend to whisper while,
Walking in fog.
Where are you off to, and where have you been ?
Did you find lights there were shining quite dim ?
If we slip into the fog will we see,
All that we only suspected might be.
Fog's love,
Felt on my hand like a
Dream glove,
Nothing to touch but the fog's love,
Whispers unheard in the
Shuffle of morning, grey
Silence of scenes.
Now that you've been there, just what did you see ?
Were there some pictures of how things could be?
How was the mystery, and what did you keep,
Images touching each other in sleep.
Light's web,
Strains through the branches and
Earth breath,
Shrouding this city in greyness,
Vision poor, tops of the
Scrapers lie lost in the
Bleakness above.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric and acoustic guitars
Copyright 1975-2018 Ron Renaud
Light's web,
Strains through the branches and
Earth breath,
Shrouding this city in greyness,
Vision poor, tops of the
Scrapers lie lost in the
Bleakness above.
Road's end
Mapped by the streetlamps that
Light them,
Focusing somewhere to meet men,
Lost in their wanderings,
We tend to whisper while,
Walking in fog.
Where are you off to, and where have you been ?
Did you find lights there were shining quite dim ?
If we slip into the fog will we see,
All that we only suspected might be.
Fog's love,
Felt on my hand like a
Dream glove,
Nothing to touch but the fog's love,
Whispers unheard in the
Shuffle of morning, grey
Silence of scenes.
Now that you've been there, just what did you see ?
Were there some pictures of how things could be?
How was the mystery, and what did you keep,
Images touching each other in sleep.
Light's web,
Strains through the branches and
Earth breath,
Shrouding this city in greyness,
Vision poor, tops of the
Scrapers lie lost in the
Bleakness above.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric and acoustic guitars
Copyright 1975-2018 Ron Renaud