Ed Dowding

Said General Clay to General Gore,
“Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.”
“I quite agree,” said General Gore.

Said General Gore to General Clay,
“We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.”
“A grand idea,” said General Clay.

Said General Clay to General Gore,
“We’ll build sand castles on the shore.”
Said General Gore, “We’ll splash and play.”
“Let’s leave right now,” said General Clay.

Said General Gore so General Clay,
“But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand’s been blown away?”
“A dreadful thought,” said General Clay.

Said General Gore to General Clay,
“I’ve always feared the ocean’s spray,
And we may drown!” “It’s true, we may.
It chills my blood,” said General Clay.

Said General Clay to General Gore,
“My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We’d better to on with our war.”
“I quite agree,” said General Gore.

Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.

It’s asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark’ning dawn.

It’s asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
You’ve never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.

Oh, my heart is aching.
We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

It’s asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

Carly Simon. 

Design to an ideology and it will fail. Design for people and it will thrive.

I would love to see this. UNfortunately it’s sold out.