She Moves Through the Mist
Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 3:48 pm
She Moves Through the Mist ©2018 Robert George BMI
She moves through the mist
After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach
And she walks between the grains of sand where time can’t reach
Does she wear a silver gown each night
Or a thin cloak made of
Sheer moonlight
She moves through the mist
Once I thought I saw her lifted skyward in the dark
Borne away upon a shooting star’s enchanted arc
And it seemed like ev’ry cresting wave
Was the cross above a sailor’s grave
Legends say that shipwreck was a myst’ry
Men and mounts were lost within that galleon
And her lover galloped into hist’ry
Riding bareback on a drowning stallion
Now she moves through the mist
And no man of flesh and bone can be her paramour
She awaits the phantom kiss of her conquistador
She believes he’ll meet her on the shore
And they’ll ride the night forevermore
Yes, she moves through the mist
After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach
She moves through the mist
She moves through the mist…
She moves through the mist
After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach
And she walks between the grains of sand where time can’t reach
Does she wear a silver gown each night
Or a thin cloak made of
Sheer moonlight
She moves through the mist
Once I thought I saw her lifted skyward in the dark
Borne away upon a shooting star’s enchanted arc
And it seemed like ev’ry cresting wave
Was the cross above a sailor’s grave
Legends say that shipwreck was a myst’ry
Men and mounts were lost within that galleon
And her lover galloped into hist’ry
Riding bareback on a drowning stallion
Now she moves through the mist
And no man of flesh and bone can be her paramour
She awaits the phantom kiss of her conquistador
She believes he’ll meet her on the shore
And they’ll ride the night forevermore
Yes, she moves through the mist
After dark along a lonely, quiet stretch of beach
She moves through the mist
She moves through the mist…