David Mallett

Kishore Kumar Hits — David Mallett - Midnight On the Water lyrics

Artist: David Mallett

album: Midnight on the Water

Midnight on the water, Sunday on the lake.
A beaver or an otter, steals across a moonlit break.
Foolish moth undaunted by the screen upon the door,
Bumps his head, instead of leaving, comes on back for more.
Choruses of cricket sounds, the car across the way.
The dark of nite, the covers down, fond memories of the day.
Potted plants, the dance of sweet ferns, shuffled by the breeze.
The shadow of a bat's wing in the shelter of the trees.
Northern lites that flicker, wicker chairs upon the lawn.
A cool night in late summer and the still before the dawn.
Wood smoke from the campfire, drifting slowly to the sky.
The shimmer of a school of white perch, the spark of fireflies.
Midnight on the water, sand and cedar air,
A quiet place, your suntanned face, and summer in your hair.
Boats and floats and wild oats growing sweet beside the spring.
Midnight on the water and the owl is on the wing.

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