On the Cliff

On the Cliff - Mesparrow

On my way to the cliff I met an old man

Tall

Smart

Pretty bright a real gentleman

We shared a few words

Well

Deep thoughts in fact

And suddenly rang a bell

When he put his hand on mine

I followed his look

Staring at the horizon

Where I could nearly read his past

And story line

As the sun was turning the sea

Into a blank mirror of lights

Voices coming from the sky were

Telling me to dive

Or maybe the cotton clouds

Convincing me that I could fly

But in my old man's hands

And in my old man's arms

I could finally find my feet

Digging in the ground

But in my old man's eyes

And in my old man's voice

I could finally understand

That my whole life had just started

When the rain pretends to be made of tears

And the wind whispers that life is a lie

If you find the strength to climb up

To the top of the hill

Then you have the power

To start a new life relieved