Sally Forth Peter McPoland (Ft. Mason Ashley)
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[Verse 1: Peter McPoland]
Gentle was the tide, right beneath foreign sky
Beside the moon there were echoes of his home
Broken were the streets, a concrete river beneath his feet
Cracked, and cratered, and whispering all alone
Bleeding through the blinds was the moonlight, and the lines
Crossing over, and finding a young man’s eyes
Lost was the might of that young man on that night
Looking for where the sea met the sky
[Chorus: Peter McPoland]
Oh, Sally Forth my love
I adore you more and more
As each day the rocks are around him, on the shore
I wait beside the lighthouse every night, in my home
I am here, waiting for a turn
[Verse 2: Mason Ashley, Both]
Shallow was the line, in the crack on the tile
As she dropped a bottle, frightened by the cry of the wind
“He will come in time,” she would say, once in a while
And she hoped that the screen door would sing again
Soft was the light, hanging down beside the night
In the kitchen streaks of plaster lay still cracked
Lost was the might of the women, in that night
For the earth had taken that blue sea, and turned it to black
Gentle was the tide, right beneath foreign sky
Beside the moon there were echoes of his home
Broken were the streets, a concrete river beneath his feet
Cracked, and cratered, and whispering all alone
Bleeding through the blinds was the moonlight, and the lines
Crossing over, and finding a young man’s eyes
Lost was the might of that young man on that night
Looking for where the sea met the sky
[Chorus: Peter McPoland]
Oh, Sally Forth my love
I adore you more and more
As each day the rocks are around him, on the shore
I wait beside the lighthouse every night, in my home
I am here, waiting for a turn
[Verse 2: Mason Ashley, Both]
Shallow was the line, in the crack on the tile
As she dropped a bottle, frightened by the cry of the wind
“He will come in time,” she would say, once in a while
And she hoped that the screen door would sing again
Soft was the light, hanging down beside the night
In the kitchen streaks of plaster lay still cracked
Lost was the might of the women, in that night
For the earth had taken that blue sea, and turned it to black
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