كلمات Never So Free

Wind across the quay-side Grit in my eyes and fish in my nose White as whalebone, wheeling seagulls cry Outside the bar in the high street Blind fingers spin an accordion reel Shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time Fishing boat stretched out at low tide Dog and a black man work on the deck Bright as a bottle, sunlight skips wave to wave Part of a map of somewhere Teases my foot like a haunting dream Never so free, i'm lost in the seagulls' flight