Sunken Hearts from Beckonings by Carla Torgerson

Once you will travel so far away,
you won’t know where your front door is.
With cloud banks rolling in off the beach,
they all sing to the same chorus.
They all sing to the same chorus.

Remember the water?
That day on the beach.
Some rugged young cousins,
pulled us out of harms’ reach…
out of harms’ reach.

Shi Shi was so long ago,
we were too young to even know.
Locking arms and losing ground
to the undertow the undertow.

Two brothers went down, ten years apart.
Two brothers, two fathers, two sons.
News broke our hearts, sank our hearts.
Sank our hearts.

Whether standing or walking,
they’re along for the talking… almost stalking
Whether standing or jogging,
when not and when to run?
When not and when to run?

Show me that water.
Show me that river.
Where the weeds do quiver.
Let’s meet by the river.

Face bigger than the whole sky.
Seen through a pilot’s eye.
Face bigger than the whole sky.
Ummm, when to fly?
When not, and when to fly?

Show me that water.
Show me that river.
Where the reeds do quiver.
Let’s stand and deliver.

Always remember.
Let’s meet by the river.
Stand and deliver
Always remember.

Is the bridge rising? Our hearts capsizing?
The water tantalizing?
Do ships really fly? Do they really fly?

• Folk
• adult contemporary
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• Seattle