From the recording White Rock Lake

I wrote this song while looking across White Rock Lake in Dallas, facing west.  This lake is a great place to run, bike, walk, and look at birds, especially white pelicans.  I play a 1927 Weissenborn and sing. 


Across the green water
and white capped waves
under wind blown clouds
through flocks of gulls
past the fishermen
and the wooden pier
and the geese and ducks
and white billed coots
past the sailboats
and the bare white limbs
of the sycamore
on the other shore
sun spotlights the shining
copper towers of the city