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Connections At My Fingertip
I am waiting here patiently under this canopy
For thee with flaming heart and a sunlit soul
And the courage that never grows old
I can feel your presence everywhere
And the pains that you have to bear
Come and sit with me
And I will set your troubled heart free
Desires is running down your knees and
And the birds are gallivanting in the trees
They too are waiting for you to come
To compose a melody underneath the
Canopy in the sun
You can glide away in the deep
And I will watch your spirit sleep
The birds will sing over you and
The grass land on the hill
Will be still as you journey into the deep
If I could go back in time I would ravel the
What is on my mind,
A piece of history buried in the Netherlands
The Dutch, the Germans and French
Know about the tobacco island
And the question that you are waiting for
is under the canopy on the shore
And the answer is yes
So sit still and hold your breath
I am waiting for you to come
Copyright ©
Christine Phillips
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