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Well, I spent two days in travelling the mountains to the sea
I knew the change would do me good
And set my spirit free
I spent two nights in wondering what it is you've done to me
Before an answer came I reached the sea.
Here I spend my days in wandering the reaches and the reefs
And my soul becomes so quiet I can hear my own beliefs
I sail out on the ocean
'Til I cannot see the land
And I wonder if you'll ever understand.
Why a soul with so much heaven held
Should ever feel so damned
And why it's always so uncomfortable
To hold another's hand.
Why of late I feel myself a ship
Out to sea -- unmanned
I wonder if you'll ever understand.
There are seagulls in the morning here
I watch them search and soar
As they dive to take the fishes
That swim just beyond the shore
Then they fly off in the distance
'Til they finally fade from view
Somehow, they remind me so of you.
There's so many things you need to learn
That I can never teach
And places in your troubled soul
That I may never reach.
So I wander like an ebbing tide
Along this lonely beach
And cast my dreams
Like stones into the sea
"Mountains To The Sea"
Words and music by Daniel Fogelberg
Copyright 1997 Sacred Circle Music (ASCAP)
"A sad, haunting Maine song that I wrote in the '80s and finally recorded in '91. I've always liked this performance (done live at my studio at the Ranch) and have included it here for the first time. Why does this song keep becoming relevant?"
-Dan Fogelberg, from the liner notes in Portrait. |
