Negril Notes

My One Particular Harbor

May 10, 2006

I know I don’t get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It’s a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a cell phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can’t explain likes of me

But there’s this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But then I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In them Negril days I was so bad
Laughin’ about all the fun we had

I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin’ different oceans meetin’ cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go ’round

Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there’s that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
Guarded safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair’s full gray
And I finally disappear

-Jimmy Buffett 1996

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