Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Wind blows echoes of grapes and sweat
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Like the billowed sails on a moving boat
Carress the skin of open sky
Handed down and revitalized
Ancient butterfly
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, how we looked upon the endless blue Later tea by the mountain side
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Where have all the wondrous wind-players gone?
I hardly hear them anymore
Beyond the harbor in the hills, a key
To an ancient door
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Thinking of the open road
The essence of you
Val Holler - Delicate Song (for Bachir Attar) Lyrics
Val Holler - Delicate Song (for Bachir Attar) Lyrics
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Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Wind blows echoes of grapes and sweat
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Like the billowed sails on a moving boat
Carress the skin of open sky
Handed down and revitalized
Ancient butterfly
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, how we looked upon the endless blue Later tea by the mountain side
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Where have all the wondrous wind-players gone?
I hardly hear them anymore
Beyond the harbor in the hills, a key
To an ancient door
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Thinking of the open road
The essence of you
Wind blows echoes of grapes and sweat
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Like the billowed sails on a moving boat
Carress the skin of open sky
Handed down and revitalized
Ancient butterfly
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, how we looked upon the endless blue Later tea by the mountain side
The essence of you
An old memoir in the carefree noir
In the sight you are
Where have all the wondrous wind-players gone?
I hardly hear them anymore
Beyond the harbor in the hills, a key
To an ancient door
Hear the delicate song
Sitting by the harbor, the lilies white and true
Thinking of the open road
The essence of you
Writer: Val Holler
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music