More (Blues)

Rolling out like the waves
That have fallen upon the shore
Drifting through sea and sky
Unfettered on the moor
All the stars that will shine
Will shine forevermore
Andromeda, sculptor too
Cassiopeia and more

Can you look to aught to moan?
Tell me all you cannot see
Can you let go of your sorrow?
And find, and find what's all the more

Like the rock floating far
To the floor of river's bed
A soft landing is what you crave
Dark caverns are in its stead
Looking now out to sea
To islands dark and green
Brushwood pines sense the way
Golden rays light the scene

Can you look to aught to moan?
Tell me all you cannot see
Can you let go of your sorrow?
And find, and find what's all the more