I am only a man, not The Man, just a man. Other than that, maybe I'm just a glob of molecules forged in distant suns and splattered aross the canvas of the cosmos. Riding on this slightly bigger glob of space dirt flying this sling-shot ride around our father sun,that is rushing along on its sling-shot ride around the gravity pool/blackhole that is the center of our galactic city...
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that I'll be landing?
No there's nothin' you can send me my own true love, There's nothin' I wish to be ownin', Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled, From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might long want something fine Made of silver or of golden, Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishing to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long ole time And it's only that I'm askin', Is there somethin' I can send you to remeber me by To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh how can, how can you ask me again, It only brings me sorrow, The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day, It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again, It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you my love must think that-a-way, I'm sure your mind is roamin', I'm sure your heart is not with me, But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind, Take heed of the stormy weather, And yes, there's something you can send back to me, Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
RE: Does it really matter ?
I am only a man, not The Man, just a man. Other than that, maybe I'm just a glob of molecules forged in distant suns and splattered aross the canvas of the cosmos. Riding on this slightly bigger glob ofspace dirt flying this sling-shot ride around our father sun,that is rushing along on its sling-shot ride around the gravity pool/blackhole
that is the center of our galactic city...
Or maybe not!/?
SHANTI