Little Big Sur
Verse 1:
In the sunlight, in the silence I’ve been here before
I remember, crystal moments and always room for more
Waking sleeping, laughing crying a rhythm for the rain
And the feeling of believing the river sings the same
Chorus 1:
Sleeping on a winters night
Listening for the rain
Waiting for someone to come
And take me there again
I remember stars at night that never seem to show
And I believe in a universe that I may never know
Verse 2:
Little Big Sur in the valley I hear your waters pray
Words and whispers of the wonder and always more to say
Sitting softly by your water I think I can believe
Simply sitting softly silent and open to receive
Chorus 2:
All the living all the loving
I’ll learn to sing your song
Litanies and harmonies of
how you roll along
And I remember stars at night that never seem to show
I’m so far away but maybe closer than I know
Verse 3:
Perhaps the future holds key but nothing’s been foretold
Perhaps permission or persuasion will warm me in this cold
Perhaps believing perhaps persisting will lead me to the sun
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will rise on hope for everyone
Chorus 3:
Sleeping on a winters night
Listening for the rain
Waiting for someone to come
And take me there again
I remember stars at night that never seem to show
And I believe in a universe that I may never know
Another early composition from, I think, 1970. After a camping trip to the Big Sur hinterland in Northern California I wrote words that I probably thought were profound. I’ve edited out the more religious passages and left most of the rest as it was last century. I enjoyed singing this one, but please don’t ask me what it means.
BTW, I’ve looked it up and couldn’t find a Little Big Sur river. There is a Big Sur river and a Little Sur river but no Little Big Sur. Perhaps I meant a little river near Big Sur.
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