Surf's Up
(Wilson/Parks)

A diamond neclace played the pawn,
hand in hand some drummed along
to ahndsome man and baton.
A blind class aristocracy, back
through the opera glass you see the
pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino...
canvas the town and brush the back drop,
are you sleeping?
Hung vlvet overtaking me, dim
chandelier, awaken me to a song
dissolved in the dawn.  Music Hall,
a costly bow, the music all is lost, for
now, to a muted trumpeter's swan.
Columnated ruins domino, canvas the town
and  brush the backdrop...are you sleeping,
brother John?
Dove nested towers, the hour was strike the
street, quicksilver moon.
Carriage across the fog, two-step, to lamp
lights cellar tune.  The laughs come hard in
"Auld Lang Sune".  The glass was raised, (the
fire rose), the fullness of the wine, tha...
dim, last toasting...while at port, adieu or
die.
A choke of grief, heart-hardened I,
beyond belief,
a broken man, to tough to cry.

Surf's up, aboard a tidal wave.
Come about hard and join the young and often
spring you gave.  I heard the word (wonderful thing),
A children's song!
Child is father to the man...
A children's song, and the message that they play,
the song is love, and the children know the way.