Many Many Moons/The Great Divide
THE GREAT DIVIDE
When I drift out on the Silver Sea,
O may it be
A blue night
With a white moon
And a sprinkling of stars in the cedar tree;
And the silence of God,
And the low call
Of a lone bird.—
When I drift out on the Silver Sea.
O may it be
A blue night
With a white moon
And a sprinkling of stars in the cedar tree;
And the silence of God,
And the low call
Of a lone bird.—
When I drift out on the Silver Sea.