Enchanted Lions

ENCHANTED LIONS

When the wind is a sad guitar
And the evening waves snicker and sigh
Enchanted Lions climb out of the sea
And shake their giant manes to dry

They roll on their backs
With their legs to the stars
They wrestle like kittens
And the wind is a song of sad guitars
Some are the color of ice cream cones
And one is crayon black
And some are the color of lollipops
You buy in a cellophane pack
And one is crayon black

They caper and slap
They snarl and purr
They nuzzle
And lazily lick each others fur
Two of the lions chase their tails
In the purple evening twilight
Others solemnly sit and watch
The slow revolving sky night

Then night’s bronze doors
Are fastened shut
By rosy fingered dawn
And every lion returns to the sea
To the song of sad guitars, they’re gone!

When the wind is a sad guitar
And the evening waves snicker and sigh
Enchanted Lions climb out of the sea
And shake their giant manes to dry

Copyright 1987 Rainbow Planet Music (ASCAP)