“DROP IN THE WATER” 11 Apr 1992

There was an angel
Whose wings were weak and frail
Her hands were thin as paper
and we were both paupers
Step into the breeze
and point the way to sea
Whereupon I will travel
Until the end of my journey
And change in time
We will swim together
in time and tide

in time and tide

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