Ask for No More (song and photography by Brenda Tate)




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Published on Mar 17, 2011

Another of my original songs set in Nova Scotia - lyrics are here:

Ask for No More

The lighthouse that guards me stands tall and alone;
the tides move around her, embracing the stones -
old granites and greywackes, the cape's quiet bones,
are stitched to the fabric that made me.

The harbour seals grumble, the wild geese vee home
and a tern from the Arctic skims over the foam.
A rainbow at sundown speaks of good days to come,
even when half the planet's gone crazy.

You may tell me there's nothing but darkness in store,
when so many young people are leaving.
That night brings no morning, and the breaker's wild roar
carries off every word I believe in.
But I swear to you now, by the white gulls that soar,
this is my heaven. I will ask for no more.

The forests of hemlock, the ferns dressed in dew,
wait in shadow and listen for voices they knew,
whose footsteps once lingered, then gently passed through,
leaving bits of their memory behind them.

So I gather my treasures in baskets of reeds
filled with berries or agates that come from the seas.
I have music and stories. The ghosts hang like beads
on a necklace of years, where I'll find them.

You may tell me there's nothing but heartbreak in store,
as I see how the future is greying.
That dawn brings no change but disaster and war,
and if God's in this world, He's not staying.
But I promise you now, by the light on the shore,
this is my heaven. I will ask for no more.

This is my heaven, I will ask for no more.

Brenda Tate © 2011
(all rights reserved)


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