Peter Von Poehl Wombara
The winter show was right on time,
windy days on a cliff.
They were waiting by the shore
frozen figures in the dark.
I'm a thousand miles away
from that old midsummer day,
i'm diving in the cold night,
there's no warning light in Wombara.
I heard one song for two birds
when spring came around.
The gravediggers laughed at dawn
playing chess with the buds
I'm a thousand miles away
from all the things i had to say.
The sandman rings a bell
but the ocean never sleeps in Wombara.
Thunder always lasts too long
for the ones you can't find.
In the summer i recalled
a lantern crown near a child.
I'm a thousand miles away
a bit up north of jarvis bay.
The storm won't blow away
the sunday blues they sing in Wombara.
A hole in the wall was the final stop,
an old photograph
gone in the lost and found.
I have never been too scared
of leaves on the ground.
Take me a few steps to the left
and i could rest a while.
I'm a thousand miles away
from all the things i had to say.
Flowers grow next to the whitest stone right here in wombara.
