In that September off Isle Aux Morts The desultory sea grew more so through the night And made one think of tawny ports And aspen tremblin' in tomorrow's thorough light And of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping and done with acting Past the Dire Wolf's lair on a Newfoundland's paws Close to nowhere, halfway across Never more here, expanse getting broader Though bigger boats been done by this water Though better boats been done by this water Though better boats been done by less water In that September off Isle Aux Morts Colourable seas grew more so through the night And made one think of yawnin' shores Gambier bleached in tomorrow's thorough light And the Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping they learned to love sleep At the Dire Wolf's crest the Newfoundland paused Desolate's best was gotten across We were never more here, expanse getting broader When better boats been done by this water At the Dire Wolf's best the Newfoundland paused So desperate as to be a lost cause You were never more here, expanse getting broader When better boats been done by this water When bigger boats been done by less water And better boats been done by this water When bigger boats been done by less water And better boats been done by this water © LITTLE SMOKE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com