Just a dreary day / along the coast highway,
Hillsides sodden / skies of grey;
Can't see the mountains / can't see the sea,
This day was made for a rambler like me.
Down by the shore / as the tide rolls in,
I walk alone / thinking what has been;
My life's been good / I've some regret,
But I've still got a mountain to climb I ain't climbed yet.
Just a dreary day / along the coast highway,
Hillsides sodden / skies of grey;
Can't see the mountains / can't see the sea,
This day was made for a rambler like me.
Along the coastline / I hear a sound
In the grey-still morning / all around;
Love the way the ocean / speaks to me,
Tidepools ripple and set my spirit free.
Just a dreary day / along the coast highway,
Hillsides sodden / skies of grey;
Can't see the mountains / can't see the sea,
This day was made for a rambler like me.
© 1992 Thomas A. Ekkens
Music performed by Paloma (Nancy Colman, Tom Ekkens, Richard Nathan, Alex Reisman, Joanne Shwed, and Otte Tobiassen)
Above photo: Horizon