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Prince of
By: jimmy buffett, michael

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

"the sun, red and enormous, to sink into the western sky. and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other 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 each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of 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 drums are silent and the are poets at last
Out on island, the bulldozers bury the past
And the low sinks, she can not swim
The dogwood feels the
While the plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

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

One night they put a price on the
And that got the whole shaking
They rose from the both the weak and the brave
'cause history was there for the
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the
"same old story, more than sense"

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

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

(instrumental)

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

Oh, and now I realize who killed the prince of
How can you how it used to be
When nothin' left to see
left to see

Heaven but God decides
Just when to the prince of tides

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

And music, beach music, beach 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 charismatic greetings from the of tides."