On the edge of the world
by cricketjeff on February 11, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
On the edge of the world,
where the moonlight lies curled,
and the mornings are open and free,
There stars by the pound
and the planets are found,
under curtains nobody can see.
Where the oceans all meet
there’s a shop on the street,
where the gods buy their treats for the night
When they fill up the sky
with the fairies that fly
to bring us all dreams of delight
A strange sort of place
where the cut of your face
is the passport to fortune and fame
It’s the home of the dark
and the magical spark
that gives vigour and vim to the game
So settle with me
on our beach by the sea
where the sand tickles under your toes
And we’ll surely stay
for a year and a day
making love like nobody else knows
English