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Friday, October 12, 2012

Song for Friday...finally!


We are finally getting some much needed rain after 4 months of 
gorgeous summer and golden autumn.
Although most of us embraced this long stretch of warmth,
there are those of us, like myself, who have been trying
to do a sort of rain dance. 
For our well to rise once more and our pond to fill again.
But more importantly we are thinking of the trees, the flora, and 
at this time of year, the salmon.
They need this rain to fill the rivers, to help them on their
journey upstream, for their main purpose in life.
After hatching in the rivers of their beginnings,
they swim out to the sea, spending four years, growing strong and mature,
only to come back to carry on the line and then their lives are complete.
I have been thinking so much of this song by Neil Young.
I have printed the words because it's so poignant regarding these
fish. They have "the will to love".
The will to live.
As I sit here with turkey soup stewing on the stove top,
the skies grey once again, I pray for torrents of water to 
come down, not too fast but enough for the salmon.
Have a beautiful weekend all.

"Will To Love"


It has often been my dream
To live with one
who wasn't there
Like an ocean fish
who swam upstream
Through nets,
by hooks, and hungry bears.

When the water grew less deep
My fins were aching
from the strain
I'm swimming in my sleep
I know I can't go back again.

Got the will to love,
the will to love.
I'll never lose it,
never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
It's like
something from up above.

I can be like
a fire in the night
Always warm
and giving off light
But there comes a time
when I shine too bright
Oh, I'm just a fire in the night.

And now my fins are in the air
And my belly's
scraping on the rocks
I still think
someone really cares
And I'll keep swimming
till I stop.

Got the will to love,
the will to love.
I'll never lose it,
never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
It's like
something from up above.

I'm like a singer on the stage
With the golden lights
and liquid rage
Down from the mountains
to the sea
Cool running love
keeps cleansing me.

It keeps my gills
from getting dry
But it distorts things
in my eyes
Sometimes I see
what really isn't there
Like my true lover, and I care.

Got the will to love,
the will to love.
I'll never lose it,
never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
It's like
something from up above.

Sometimes I ramble on and on
And I repeat myself
till all my friends are gone
And get lost in snow
and drown in rain
And never feel the same again.

I remember the ocean
from where I came
Just one of millions all the same
But somewhere
someone calls my name
I'm a harpoon dodger,
and I can't, won't be tamed.

Got the will to love,
the will to love.
I'll never lose it,
never lose the will to love,
Never lose the will.
It's like
something from up above.

Baby, if I see boredom
in your eyes
I'll know my river has run dry
But I won't turn back
with that lonely tide
I bought that ticket
and I'll take that ride.

If we meet along the way
Please sway beside me,
let us sway together
Our tails together
and our fins and mind
We'll leave this water
and let our scales shine
In the sun above
and the sky below
So all the water
and earth will know

It has often been my dream
To live with one
who wasn't there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Z4KdVwCvmI





3 comments:

joanne said...

I noticed your comment on Farmlady's blog and I wanted to stop by and see where you are from. My hubs and I live in WA and a few years ago we took a long ferry ride to the Salt Spring Islands and oh.my.gah. it remains in my heart the best vacation we've ever taken. Are you so lucky as to live on one of the islands??

Ciara said...

Have this song playing now, love Neil Young, beautiful choice. So poignant.

Beautiful post, Kerry. <3

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Ciara...Neil Young is such a poet. Captures so many emotions and conjures up the most beautiful images in his songs. Glad you like it.