Charles David Sharp Poet Lyric

Greenwood Island

I had a dream my Dad and I
We're hunting out on Greenwood Island
Along a trail of peppervines
Where memories and sea birds hide

Dawn is breaking, we head back
Through the morning mist we pass
A silouhetted shanty shack
A face familiar, old and black

Miss Mamie knows 
The rains and winds that blow
She remains like a ghost
On Greenwood Island
 
Miss Mamie sips an old tin cup
Says,"Morning fellows, any luck?"
Dad gives her a coon, she's touched 
She says, "God bless you, thank you much!"

Her red curtains open up
Wind chimes, dreamcatchers and such
Colored mason jars, I'm struck
Unto my child eyes, magic stuff

Miss Mamie knows 
The rains and winds that blow
She remains like a ghost
On Greenwood Island

Here the wild things call home
Where Confederate soldiers
Where the Indians of old
Beneath the sand dunes rest their bones

Miss Mamie knows 
The rains and winds that blow
She remains like a ghost
On Greenwood Island

Memories, memories

I had a dream, a dream that I'm
Old and alone on Greenwood Island
Along a trail of peppervines
And needlerush, where sea birds cry

Days of dying, dreams of flying
Memories like moonbeams shining

On a zephyr, climbing
Into the ether, high I'm
Over golden gates, a scene 
Of secret things of crows and kings

Memories, memories

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