Let’s go to the silvery river
Catch the shimmer and the shine
Treasures of the Seaweed Oceans
Can’t outshine this love of mine
This love of mine
Eels of glass from seaweed tangles
Drifting slowly on the tides
Shimmering gold ‘cross the Atlantic
Can’t outshine this love of mine
When the moon is but a sliver
As the tide comes up the river
And the evening makes us shiver
They’ll be there
River Man, you Mudlark Seeker
In reflections of The May
Watch the Spring Tides
Whirl and eddy
Stirring up the restless clay
Eels of glass from seaweed tangles
Drifting slowly on the tides
Shimmering gold ‘cross the Atlantic
Can’t outshine this love of mine
There they shimmer scaly silver
Flowing sleek against the tide
Cast your nets you Anchor Piemen
Through the February Night
Eels of glass from seaweed tangles
Drifting slowly on the tides
Shimmering gold ‘cross the Atlantic
Can’t outshine this love of mine
Let’s go to the silvery river
Catch the shimmer and shine
Treasures of the Seaweed Oceans
Can't outshine this love of mine
This love of mine
About the Creator
David Ireland
David Ireland is a writer, broadcaster, musician and artist.
David also works under the pseudonym Cas Greenfield and with the Electro band Kuhl
Follow David's work as Cas at www.casimirgreenfield.com
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