clear creek, clearer minds

Wild times, until the light has gone
Wild, until the rising sun
Let us hear the sigh,
Of all the days gone buy
Wild times

Shine the light, down through the years
Through the fields of yonder, the veil off tears
And well take the time,
That is yours and mine
Wild times

Wild times, into the dawn
These wild times, will not be gone
And the music plays,

To these golden days
Wild times

You can here the sigh,
Of all the days gone by
Wild times

And well take the time,
That is yours and mine
Wild times

we cannot be caged, and we, like our God are not tame, its written in His word.  i know the sea is calling you girls.  i'm ready when you are. 

"Superstitious sailors used to hear the mournful songs of whales echoing up through the hulls of their ships, and were enraptured.  Singing whales once inhabited the Mediterranean, and probably are the Sirens Greek myth says lured sailors to their doom on the rocks." - diane ackerman

there is more written about whale songs that needs to be read on the sandy threshold of their deep wide home.