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@ALBUM: 74.salt.sun.and.time
Author: Bruce Cockburn
ALBUM title: Salt, Sun and Time (1974) TN-16
Total Duration: 35:59 (9 tracks)


@SONG: All the Diamonds in the World (2:41)

all the diamonds in this world
that mean anything to me
are conjured up by wind and sunlight
sparkling on the sea

i ran aground in a harbour town
lost the taste for being free
thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
to carry me to sea

two thousand years and half a world away
dying trees still grow greener when you pray

silver scales flash bright and fade
in reeds along the shore
like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining.

(Stockholm -- 25/7/73)


@SONG: Salt, Sun and Time (3:09)
(Instrumental)


@SONG: Don't Have to Tell You Why (4:32)

don't want to be on no rooftop
frying in the afternoon sun
don't want to sit by no fountain
listening to the man-made stream run
just want to stand where the sea-spray
gleams like fire with you
and i don't have to tell you why.

don't want to go to no parties
full of fair-weather friends
don't want to be in no "in" crowd
chasing after every trend
just want to stand on some hillside
in Wales with you
and fly -- don't have to tell you why.

don't want to live in no mansion
ornate as a crown prince's church
don't want to live on no sidewalk
under neath no pigeon's perch
just want to stand at the rainbow's
REAL end with you
and i don't have to tell you why.

(Toronto -- 1/12/73)


@SONG: Stained Glass (3:12)

small windows
looking outward
show me a sequined sky.
rubies shine in my glass of wine.

dusk breezes
on oiled water
paint a pointillist facade.
it's ceaselessly shifting world --

like today i'm far away.
i see your face behind each time-blurred pane.

strings vibrate
music leaps out
in a shimmering intrigue.
words unsaid whirl away like dust

from the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.
across a fold in space you touch my hand.

(London, Eng. -- 16/6/73)


@SONG: Rouler sa Bosse (3:47)
(Instrumental)


@SONG: Never So Free (3:57)

wind across the quay-side
grit in my eyes and fish in my nose
white as whalebone, wheeling seagulls cry

outside the bar in the high-street
blind fingers spin an accordeon reel
shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time

fishing boat stretched out at low tide
dog and a black man work on the deck
bright as a bottle, sunlight skips wave to wave

part of a map of somewhere
teases my foot like a haunting dream
never so free, i'm lost in the seagulls' flight

(Sheffield, Eng. -- 6/7/73)


@SONG: Seeds on the Wind (7:00)
(Instrumental)


@SONG: It Won't Be Long (3:49)

heard the rooster crowing
couldn't see no dawn
but i know it won't be long

to keep the fire burning
ain't no easy game
but we'll do it just the same

i'm going to the northland
where the weather keeps you real
till this devil's law is repealed
and i know it won't be long


@SONG: Christmas Song (3:52)

fire-bright faces in winter night
a dog in the distance barks
the sky speaks in patterns of starlight
the fire replies in sparks

the stream is a motionless moment
salmon in the sea swims deep
pregnant with force as a prayer is
spring in the hard earth sleeps

like the snow on the stark spruce limb
coated with ice, then stripped by wind
we melt away and return again
stronger for the tempering flame
stronger for the Saviour's name.

(Cumberland, Ont. -- 25/12/73)