Lyrics

In our white house by the sea Blueboy is playing with me, squawking and sharing my tea in a dream Behind the musty straw bales and feed sacks and rabbits for sale I found him silent and frail in a cage Softly I play in the still heat of day while he's sleeping Sweetly he sings, head tucked in his wing as he dreams Through numinous vaults of air he flies beneath tapestries of branches and leaves and light If I'm persuasive and calm Blueboy will sit on my finger, but he won't stay very long to play Mornings when I go to work he sings while I iron my shirt, so cheerful and tame but mindful the same of the windows Softly I play as the day turns to late afternoon Doves swirl in flight in sight of the rising moon Through numinous vaults of air we fly beneath canopies of stars in the black, wild sky
 
Composed, arranged, and produced
by J S Kingfisher. Guitars:Tony Blondal;
Drums: Fritz Lewak; Bass: David Sutton;
EWI: Steve Tavaglione; Backing Vocals: Pam Neal; Keyboards, Lead Vocals, and Bowls: J S Kingfisher. Sound Design and Engineering: Greg Townley; second engineers, Bill Kingsley and Barry Goldberg. Mixed from 32 tracks of digital and 24 tracks of analog to 2 track analog with Dolby SR; recorded at Conway Studios and Hoofhaven, mixed at Conway. Mastered by Doug Sax at The Mastering Lab.
 
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