Miracles

Blue hazy mountains
Swimming in a coral sea
Timber Danish houses
The couple who had quarrelled in
New York, their faces red
Lying in a bed beneath a ceiling fan
And talk about the hurricane
Columbus’s footstep echo
Through colonial halls
Cannons in the discos and
Barricaded walls in the face in the street
Laughter and pain interlacing like waves on the sand
Oh, like waves on the sand
Trouble in paradise
With too many takers
Hugo blew the roofs away
Across the desert acres
Now the pavement rumbles
With the high hats and the bass drums
The rum punch gets stronger
As the plantation crumbles
Over the ocean
There are caravels
Searching in the tropic haze
And the lighthouse shines
Down by Gallows Bay
There’ll be wonders and signs in a heartbeat
So why not a miracle
Oh when the stars ablaze
Lie like stepping stones across the seaways
There’ll be wonders and signs in a heartbeat
So why not a miracle
Over the ocean
There’ll be meadows silver rivers and a rainbow
There’ll be wonders and signs in a heartbeat
So why not a miracle