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 Ed Pickford © prs

Oh father won’t you tell me

How does a lifetime flow?

The pace and the direction

And all things I should know

I fear the blood in-side me

Is calling me to go

So tell me your long story

From springtime to the snow


Chorus:

I threw stones in the pool of time

And watched the ripples roll

Waited til they came to rest

In the harbour of my soul

And I said to myself, “That’s all there is

All there is - no more

Just the ripples of the stones in a pool of time

That die on a distant shore”


Oh mother won’t you tell me

As you walk on the lea?

Why you watch every evening

The sun embrace the sea

Smiling as a mother can

She told me tenderly

Waves of all the things undone

Come racing home to me


Chorus:


My children won’t you tell me

Those questions in your eyes

They echo in my memory

With sounds I recognise

For long before I tasted

Sad comforts in this wine

I made my own life’s shadows

Within my bowl of time

The Pool of Time

Lucille Falkenau - guitar/vocal