Garnet Rogers - Firefly lyrics

Two miles south of Mendocino Harbour bell upon the breeze Curled like dry beseeching hands There comes a gust of leaves Poplar gives a shiver Casts its gold coins to wind The setting moon is like a fingernail Hanging pale and thin The sun is red behind the eastern hills He can see the morning glow Red as winter cardinals Writing haiku in the snow He shrugs on his shirt, he lights a fire He begins another day His heart and love fly eastward Three thousand miles away He keeps a picture of a little girl In a faded Huntsville shirt Mid-stride in her baggy pants Her knees stained with gra** and dirt She's turning by a haystack Hair bleached by wind and sun Looking backwards at a scruffy dog She's laughing as she runs He holds that faded photo Of that happy skinny child He smiles at it and thinks about her Running free and wild Through distant sunlit fields of wonder Flitting fast and far Bright and busy as a firefly With a tadpole in a jar So it was some twenty years ago As winter turned to spring That child grown to a woman now Stood gazing at a ring Her golden hair fell forward As she held it to her breast She changed his life forever As she quietly said ‘yes' Well the sea rolls in from China Breaks against the distant head That cracked and faded photo Is still beside him on the bed They will have no child to call their own But to him it's all the same He will love the woman that she is And the child that she remains