Dave Tate: Listen
Cool Blue River
Cool Blue River You’re like a cool blue river Flooding through the hazy form If I were a painter I would paint my way home In the early hours of the morning when we both were made in love It’s like a sudden current moving through me The crying of our song A softness in which we move Recaptivates my senses And I’m a fool in your waters But I would have no other way In the arising of true nature The maker and the made Pay homage to the goddess breath Have mercy, we all come to death I would offer all this Though I know not when Lovers in the darkness of beauty's hands I will rest my worry Though I tremble in God I love the darkest part of you my friend and the light that lets me in We’re a cool blue river Flooding through the hazy form She is god as the pain turns Paint my way home