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The Golden Wave
Sometimes as the sun sets on the fog coming over the Santa Cruz Mountains near my home, a little rim of gold appears all along the top of the fog. This lead me to the imagery of a golden wave.
I suppose one might think of the fog as a less dense layer of the ocean, hence the golden wave.
This song is also rather tangentially referenced in the title of the 2nd track from the album 'Dragon Dreams'.
Incidentally, on several of my instrumental albums I made the list of titles into a poem.
- herb
Credits:
Ed Cirimele - mandolin
Leonard Hanitchak - string bass, voice
Herb Moore - guitar, voice
Ted Brooks - engineer
The Golden Wave
And though we were talking
About the way you want to be
At times it would come right out
Just like talkin' to me
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
And though you were chosen
To be the one who leads the way
At times it would come right out
Just like trying to say
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
And though we were walking
Across the fields of silent fright
At last it would come right out
Just like falling to light
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
Can this be my day
To ride the golden wave
copyright 1978 Herb Moore, Melodius-Sync
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