At the Edge of the World words and music ©1991 by Howard Ashby
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1. When Christopher
sailed, the old friar rose to speak
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About falling in the mouth of a dragon with
sharp golden teeth.
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But more learned men knew the real monster to fear
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Was simply the vastness of the distance between that world and here.
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He sailed to the cusp of the twilight, where the waters were stirred.
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And his faith drove him on, toward the sunset, toward the dawn,
And he gazed, till his vision was blurred, at the edge of the world.
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2. Before Liz took her
life, in a sweet bitter voice
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She sang songs with a sharp alert quickness, as if she were poised
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At the end of the sea, at arm’s reach from the
sky,
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Filled both with the courage to laugh, and the
wisdom to cry.
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She sailed to the cusp of the twilight, where the waters were stirred.
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And her dream drove her on, toward the sunset, toward the dawn,
And she gazed, till her vision was blurred, at the edge of the world.
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3. And my heart has
two voices that tell me what to do,
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And the one is all ego and delusion, and the other is true.
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If time’s round like an egg, then we can live
till we’re born,
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And, my friend, if we hold through the darkness it may lead to the
morn.
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We sail on the cusp of the twilight, where the waters are stirred.
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And our hope drives us on, toward the sunset, toward the dawn,
And we gaze, till our vision is blurred, at the edge of the world.