Micheline
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Come down from your mountain, Micheline,
Come to where the ocean meets the land,
You can ride your horse along the wave line
I can write “I love you” in the sand.
You have made your home out in the forest,
I’ve found peace out on the rolling sea.
I’ll put down an anchor, and I’ll stay here,
Come down from your mountain, Micheline.
I met her by another ocean
Captivating sailors with her smile,
She served me drinks and conversation,
I sat down to listen for a while.
She shared the secrets of her childhood,
And her hopes and dreams for future years,
She poured out her story with my whiskey,
I drank down her life and all her tears.
Then she went to live up on the mountain,
I chased her love around Cape Horn,
I fought the winds of South Atlantic,
To the northern sea where I was born.
She rides the ridgeline north of Asheville,
Up where high pine shadows hide the sun,
I sail the ragged grey Atlantic,
Past the islands where the wild ponies run,
(Chorus)
I don’t think I ever thought I’d win her,
I just couldn’t help but chase the dream,
There are things a man might chase forever,
One of them’s a prize named Micheline
Now I watch the sun set on the mountains,
Far beyond the ship that carries me,
Out to where the Gulf Stream warms the waters,
Flowing ‘round my home out on the sea.
(Chorus)
(Some names just need to be set to music, Micheline is one of them)