SURF'S UP

A diamond necklace played the pawn. Hand in hand, some drummed along to a handsome mannered baton. A blind class aristocracy. Back through the op'ra glass you see the pit and the pendulum drawn. Columnated ruins domino! Canvas the town and brush the back-drop. Are you sleeping? Hung velvet over taking me. Dim chandelier awaken me. To a song dissolved in the dawn. The music hall-A costly bow. The music all is lost for now, to a muted trumperter swan. Columnated ruins domino! Canvas the town and brush the back-drop. Are you sleeping? Brother John? Dove nested towers- the hour was strike the street, quicksilver moon. Carriage across the fog-two-step to lamplight cellar tune. The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne. The glass was raised, the fired-roast. The fullness of the wine. A dim last toasting. While at Port, adieu or die. A choke of grief, heart-hardened eye, beyond belief, a broken man too 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. A children's song-have you listened as they play? Their song is love and the children know the way. A children's song-have you listened as they play? Their song is love and the children know the way.