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Prince of
By: jimmy buffett, utley

Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of dafuskie island have already it all. I am thankful for such inspiration.

"the sun, red and enormous, began to sink into the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the side of the river with it's own glorious shade of red, coming up out of
Trees like a russet firebird. the sun and the moon seem to acknowledge other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and the palm
Father watched it and I thought he cry again. he had returned to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

African are silent and the wingos are poets at last
Out on island, the bulldozers bury the past
And the low sinks, she can not swim
The feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their shirts

Now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you tell how it to be
there's nothin' left to see

One night they put a on the sunset
And that got the whole world
They rose from the grave the weak and the brave
history was there for the makin'
And the winos the condos forming a frail human fence
And they out loud to the roar of the crowd
"same old story, dollars than sense"

Now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you how it used to be
When there's nothin' to see

Paperback novels young girls dream
And judy's spending quieter in the stream
With goodman, giovinno, and mac d
They were such friends to me

(instrumental)

Yes and now I realize who the prince of tides
How can you how it used to be
When there's nothin' to see

Oh, and now I realize who killed the of tides
How can you how it used to be
When there's left to see
Nothin' to see

Heaven but God decides
Just to kill the prince of tides

You can dance (you can dance) dance (you can dance)
the guy (you can dance) who gives you the eye (you can dance)
And wants to hold you (you can dance)
You can smile (you can smile) smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds your
the pale moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't who's takin' you home
And in whose you're gonna be
the last dance for me

And beach music, beach music, music, just plays on...

--
"the white porpoise comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a thousand dolphins in radiant attendance, bringing greetings from the prince of tides."