Drifting Away Upon Sailboat Clouds

Drifting Away Upon Sailboat Clouds

By Paul McCann

Its just a little further down the road ,

past the place where no one ever goes.

Across the bridge and past the silver stream

through the doors of mystery that never close .

To the land of love , where we find our dreams

sharing songs and stories that never end .

Over the hills and through the rainbow, to a place

where everybody is a friend  .

There’s a storyteller who lives there

on the hill of Tara by the fairy ring  

as the wind whispers within the walls

of castles that were built by an ancient King

you will find colours to fill all

the open spaces of the days that lie ahead.

"Lets go and  take the chance to dance

through to the words of wisdom"

the storyteller said .

Dance and sing and sparkle and shine ,

until the end time of whatever will be,

with stories of wonder and songs of life

that last for ever in eternity.

 If you listen with your heart

and see with your mind

you’ll never know what you can find ,

in the land of love we can drift away

upon sailboat clouds to the end of time .   

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