I mentioned yesterday that I love the end of summer. This is one of my favorite songs to listen to while I’m driving to or from the beach, with the windows down. It reminds me of when I first heard it, when I was 19 and working for a potter, in a pottery store in an old schoolhouse. It reminds me of freedom and of independence. It reminds me of the joy of travelling without a time limit.
I’m a ship, I’m a ship, I’m a ship
Out on the sea
None of my loves
Floating wild come back to me
So I write you a letter, I’ll write you a letter
With this here pen
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
Cos I’m your friend
I’m in love with the garden
That is down the street
And the earth is a warm thing under my feet
And the earth is a warm thing under my feet
Oh long streams of light
Lift me, from this dirty town
Cuz I’m losing stain, soak me yeah with rain, rain, rain, rain
I’m a ship, I’m a ship, I’m a ship
Out on the sea
And all these clouds flying by so fast
Well they confuse me
And the long leaves in the tall trees
Pale in the sunshine
And I was twistin’ and turnin’
In the cool sheets past bed time
Plant me in the garden
Don’t you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Plant me in the garden
Don’t you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Plant me in the garden
Don’t you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
