Georgia

Georgia, gentle Georgia, honeysuckle bloom
Won’t you be my gentleman and bring me to your home?
Georgia, gentle Georgia, stranger still
When can I come to fetch the strawberries with you?

Just like the little girl who lives next door
Will you ever care for me half as much as her?
Adora, Isadora, I hear you say
And Georgia, gentle Georgia, will always be this way
For she has your mother’s name, your legacy, your blood, your bairn
And Georgia, well, I feel the same.

As you cleared the boat upon the lake of all its leaves
You cast out your ring like the winter there, your silver hopes and fears
Slipped away from your grasp as once a son
Down it sunk for all the years, heavy hearted, gone.
Georgia, gentle Georgia, I would be free
Love the baby son you lost by proxy.

But somewhere there in my mind’s eye, I knew for sure
I could see that ring a glistening, the ring you loved and more
Georgia, gentle Georgia, Oconee River Wild
And I can swim to you, all the way from the British Isles
And I’m sure I can find your treasure and your child
Somewhere there in the crystal cracked river bed, your history and your denial.

But all this writes because of she, honeysuckle bloom
Won’t you be my Gentleman and bring me to your home
To adore her and adore her, for Georgia’s sake?
See how I knew I’d fetch your treasure from the lake!

And there’s another verse, unspoken, but yet true
Why do I sing of that little girl and what she means to you?
And who was I when I was she
And why do you love your mother most?
And why is our love like a love’s ghost
When we’ve lost what we’ve lost and we choose what we choose?

Georgia, Georgia
Blue
When can I come to fetch the strawberries with you?
And when will you come to pick my strawberry heart too?

 

At the Beach 

Girls build castles in the sand
Trying to make a perfect whole
A safe and sturdy mound
But often it just tumbles down
Impossible to last, and we just start again
Start again to build that mound

Looks like a castle in the sand
If only fathers would stick around
But I don’t know what it’s like to be a man
I don’t know what it’s like to be a man.

Boys just dig holes in the sand at the beach by the waterside
And peer into the kill, into the kill, into the kill
With all that fear of falling down
Out of the black and back into the blue

Looks like a castle in the sand
If only fathers would stick around
But I don’t know what it’s like to be a man
I don’t know what it’s like to be a man.

And if I were the same, you might be frightened less
And if you came, body and soul, back into the blue, back into the whole
Well I wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed when you are gone
Back to the black, back to your rock.

Looks like a castle in the sand
If only fathers would stick around
But I don’t know what it’s like to be a man
I don’t know what it’s like to be a man.

I said, ‘We could kiss forever’
‘But I might go insane with pleasure’, he said
‘What are you doing to me, girl?’
But I wasn’t doing anything at all I really wasn’t you see
Hell, I’m just here inhabiting the holes
That you dig and dig so you can feel better
But I can’t build a tower
If I could just build a tower

At the beach by the waterside
You dip your feet into the cool
Right into my Venus pools