Moonlight Bay, Door Cty
The Moonlight Bay
The song of the waves
Lapping it up to the sturdy rocks
The man sits watching it along
The whirring breezes
It makes him smile a while
He just lets his mind imagine
The nature gifts to share
When pressures of life
One tends to get into
It is good to stay away
Explore nature or stare at the waves
The lonely spot he sits
Watching the world in his eyes
He imagines the scenes in his head
He only sees the moving waves
The Moonlight Bay
He remembers the echo of the past
Of stories he heard people said
Of the flower people and their happy days
The carefree world they lived
The world they just left behind
Smoking pot and free love
Only the waves capturing them
The Moonlight Bay
If you listen by alone
You will hear the echo
The breezing wind wishes you to know
Life is free flow
Floating like the wind
Capturing the imagination
Let it go free
On the Moonlight Bay
The man strums his guitar
The soft melody lingers in the air
The sound of waves dancing ripples
At midnight on the Moonlight Bay
The changes of sound he hears in the night
It's the time of the moments of lovers cry
Hidden by the moulders and trees nearby
The darkness of dim shadows
They attract the erotic lovers
They come for quick dare to do
In the night of the beach by the sea
The lapping waves roaring along
The wind rising it up and splashes it down
On the rocks the water explodes
The white foams coloring the rocks
The man ignores the distractions
He is alone as he sees into the night
The dark shadows converge into one
Leaving no residue in the dim light
On top of the slope
The luxurious expensive homes
Of rich people staying up in the night
Watching the sea and dancing flames
Of the moon and the stars
Shining bright on Moonlight bay
The man sits alone and watches the sea
Of the soft murmuring wind
The cool night on the beach
The echo of the night shadows
The stories of the conquests
The players think they are alone
The coconut leaves swaying
By the cool wind of the night
The howling of the owl
The sound of insects cry
The man just strums his guitar
It weeps softly into the cool night
The waves roaring hungrily onto the shore
It spreads its wings of wet and flow
Then he hears the voices
Of religious officers arrive
The snoop gang never fails
They want to catch the wayward ones
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