Out of the Omicron Ceti
The Mira shines bright in the sky
Waiting for a warm afternoon
Where old men go fishing
With nothing a string and a limb
Waiting for the setting of the moon
With four loaves of bread
Three jars of strawberry jam
Sweet lemonade and a spoon
Crested waves curl the foam
Along the jagged rocks
All the boys in their boats
Call to the girls on the shore
Laying out in the warm, summer sun
Out in the Bayou all the people are kind
While the boys find the girls they adore
They dance in the night to wild, Cajun songs
While bonfires burn bright in the night
Can you think of a more fitting place
In all this world where you really belong
Then to dance with the stars burning bright
Underneath that old Cajun moon!
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Anne P Murray~
LadeeAnne~2011
We sing the same song
We dance to the same rhythm
We clap to the same rhythm
We sing the same song
You may come to sing with us
And dance to the same rhythm
And clap to the same rhythm
We sing the same song
Do not come to sour our sweet music
with an unrythmic singing,
dance and clapping
We sing the same song
Do not come to spoil our music
Do not come to wipe our tears of joy
We can’t help losing out in laughter
We clap to the same rhythm
We dance to the same rhythm
We sing the same song………
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