TO THE WET LANDS I SING. A WOODED BOAT SPARED BY A TIMELESS FREIND. PUSHING THREW THE MUCK AND MORNING DEW. SWEET SONGBIRDS SING SALLY SONG. FLYING NO DYING BLUE. KISS ME SPIRIT TREE LOVE. FOR THE GREEN LEAFS GRAB ME TENDERLY. ABOVE BELOW EMBERS REFLEXION GO. MY NAIVE AND WONDERING EYE , WATERS PUSHED WITH ANTICIPATION OBULATION MOST SLOW.
To the wet lands I do sing. A wooden boat, spared by a timeless friends. Pushing threw the muck and much dew of mornings. Sweet songbirds sing lovely tunes of freedom. Flying, living, laughing, dying, Kiss me, Spirit of the Tree, Tree of love and all beauty. For the green leafs grab Me tenderly. Above the freshest waters glean. Below embers reflection goes through. All and with the morning dew. My naive and wondering eyes, Presented with waters pushed with anticipation. Tender appreciation, For the sights around. Most slow. Most Calm. Most gentle sound. Of trees and birds with grass and sky, Dripping blue and white up high. I row upon the small of water, Collecting twigs and leaves. I see the thing given by nature, I breath the goodness it all brings. For when you are at utmost
A master stroke - always felt the standard version was bit too short-thanks
Fookin'
Came haer tah sea that
Oh this gets me there!
Hadn't heard this one from the orb...so ambient, thanks 👍🙌😎
its on their first.........
lush picture.
so good
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TO THE WET LANDS
I SING.
A WOODED BOAT
SPARED BY A TIMELESS
FREIND.
PUSHING THREW
THE MUCK AND MORNING
DEW.
SWEET SONGBIRDS SING
SALLY SONG.
FLYING
NO
DYING
BLUE.
KISS ME SPIRIT TREE LOVE.
FOR THE GREEN LEAFS GRAB
ME TENDERLY.
ABOVE
BELOW EMBERS REFLEXION
GO.
MY NAIVE AND WONDERING
EYE , WATERS PUSHED
WITH ANTICIPATION
OBULATION
MOST SLOW.
To the wet lands
I do sing.
A wooden boat, spared by a timeless friends.
Pushing threw the muck and much dew of mornings.
Sweet songbirds sing lovely tunes of freedom.
Flying, living, laughing, dying,
Kiss me, Spirit of the Tree,
Tree of love and all beauty.
For the green leafs grab
Me tenderly.
Above the freshest waters glean.
Below embers reflection goes through.
All and with the morning dew.
My naive and wondering eyes,
Presented with waters pushed with anticipation.
Tender appreciation,
For the sights around.
Most slow.
Most Calm.
Most gentle sound.
Of trees and birds with grass and sky,
Dripping blue and white up high.
I row upon the small of water,
Collecting twigs and leaves.
I see the thing given by nature,
I breath the goodness it all brings.
For when you are at utmost