Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
The winter show was right on time
Windy days on a cliff
They were waiting by the shore
Frozen figures in the dark
I'm a thousand miles away
From that old Midsummer Day;
I'm diving in the cold night
There's no warming light in Wombara
I heard one song for two birds
When spring came around
The gravediggers laughed at dawn
Playing chess with the buds
I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things I had to say
The sandman rings a bell
But the ocean never sleeps in Wombara
Thunder always lasts too long
For the ones you can't fin
In the summer I recalled
A lantern crown near a child
I'm a thousand miles away
A bit up north of Jarvis Bay
The storm won't blow away
The Sunday blues, they sing in
Wombara
A hole in the wall was the final stop
An old photograph
Gone in the lost and found
I have never been too scared
Of leaves on the ground
Take me a few steps to the left
And I could rest a while
I'm a thousand miles away
From all the things I had to say
Flowers grow next to the whitest stone
Right here in Wombara