Little Seahorse - Bruce Cockburn
Little seahorse Swimming in a primal sea Heartbeat like a Leaf quaking in the breeze I feel magic as coyote In the middle of the moon-wild night In the forge-fire time Your mother glowed so bright You were like a Voice calling in the night And I'm watching the curtain Rising on a whole new set of dreams The world is waiting Like a Lake Superior gale A locomotive Racing along the rail. It'll sweep you away But you know that you're never alone Little seahorse Floating on a primal tide Quickening like a Spark in a haystack side I already love you And I don't even know who you are
Artist: Bruce Cockburn
Title: Little Seahorse