In His World
Music and lyrics by Whitney Smith, ©1999, SOCAN
My father took me swimming
Off the Andalusian shore.
The clouds that sailed above us, they wept,
The rivers cried for more.
The arms that held his body down
Like the secrets of the deep,
Like the whisper of the riptide,
Coaxing ships to sleep.
My father took me riding
through the hills of Killcarew,
and the lighthouse lamp above us, it burned
for the captain and his crew.
A hundred sailors faithful
to the mission of the storm
and the hunger for the one man
who will keep us safe and warm.
My father took me fishing
Off the banks of Shelter Sound
And the hounds snuck in and stole my fear
And left me there to drown.
And in my final dream he left
The ancient lover's cure;
I drank the poisons from that tree
Where the wicked tastes are pure.
My father took me walking
In the jungles of Tulum.
The fever will not make me whole,
But the fever guards my tomb.
In the bright and quiet waters,
In the stillness of the wood
I hear the lungs of suffring call,
Gasping where my father stood.