Blackwaterbaby

Blackwater baby born on a boat put down the anchor and now you wont float blackwater child with mud in your toes wade thru the shallows where nobody knows who is your mother,your father,your friend? blackwater child when your sweet childhood ends dont put your boots on,dont part your hair dont go to town,you have relatives there they'll scrub you and kiss you and put you to bed,you'll awake with a job and a pain in your head. Go down to the meadow,Go down to the glen,go deep in the forest it's filled with your friends,the birds and three bears and the fairies who fly,with a whoop and a yelp and no good reason why just run from the fetters of civilization fade out in the glow of your lost generation