Age Old Blue - Alela Diane

The sea beneath the cliff is the blue in my mother’s eyes

That came from blue in her mother’s eyes

Thrown on down the line

By our family who worked the field on borrowed land above the ocean

My family worked the field on borrowed land

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss

Where rain won’t flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well

There was a gentle man;

I’ve always known his children’s songs

Blue eyes were hardened by the war, but still he went on singing

Night can’t hide a man when his eyes are tearing

The night can’t hide his cries: «There's only a few of us left»

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss

Where rain won’t flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well

I’ve known that age old blue: eyes and homes with siren’s tunes

Has left a deep desire for a home beside the water

Shady rhythm calms the night, and that voice is never still

You know a voice is never still, and a voice is never silent

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss

Where rain won’t flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well