The launchero is a sweet young man with impeccable Mexican manners
his family comes along to make the lunch they all smile warmly and Shari
decides who goes in whose boat as we set out across the lagoon in a wind
A wind that is easy to take I am excited to visit with my big friends again
they glide in and out of the water with such ease many feet long they float
their journey hundreds of miles from Nelson Alaska to Oje de Libra lagoon
I am in the boat with three men but I am in the boat alone as I sing my songs
the songs that come from deep within my own Irish soul I sing out for them
I know my friends in the oceans know more about life than I do record keepers
I am calling them in the only way I know I hear my self calling in the eagle
White man teacher huffs I hear his snide snigger say there not dogs you know
I am in another world tuning my self to into their sonic wave length thru sound
Gently they arrive swimming behind our boat they send me a picture of a dead
little boy on the beach his body thrown up from this watery grave his soul gone
Over and over they are showing me the full impact of a humanity loosing heart
The whales know the events all around the world they know that hundreds die
fleeing war torture starvation bombs smashing into their feeble clay buildings
they are fleeing the horrors to men in uniforms without heart without a care
The whales are telling me that man is losing the battle losing heart and soul
That I need to song to write to drum to light a candle everyday for the heart
The heart of the whole world
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