Lyrics
And the silver rays of the moon divide, oh i know that you were a sailor she said Out, oh i know that you were a sailor she said
for you make your songs out of clay
And maggie is on the prowl again, and maggie is on the road again Stewart, 0h i know that you were an outlaw she said
At the feet of the wind and the rain, you carry the dust on your hands and your face
Oh i know that you are an artist she said, 0h i know that you were an outlaw she said
and the silver rays of the moon divide
in the slanting mists of the rain
And the silver mounds of the waves divide, and you long for the little ship, and the silver rays of the moon divide
And you make your songs out of clay, you were trying to chisel a perfect truth, and maggie is far at sea again
In the slanting mists of the rain, and you press my hand in the dead of the night, and the windows are liquid the sky is alive
Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof, you live by an open door
At the feet of the wind and the rain, and the silver rays of the moon divide
You carry the dust on your hands and your face, for you carry the dust on your hands and your face, you were trying to chisel a perfect truth
In the slanting mists of the rain, and you make your songs out of clay
and the night is jade
And the silver rays of the moon divide, and the silver mounds of the waves divide, now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof
With your shoes full of sand, when the instrument broke in your hand
And maggie is on the prowl again, at the feet of the wind and the rain
You never quite brushed it away, and the silver mounds of the waves divide
For you make your songs out of clay, with your shoes full of sand, and maggie is on the road again
0h i know that you were an outlaw she said, and maggie is on the road again, you never quite brushed it away
And the windows are liquid the sky is alive, and you make your songs out of clay
in which you can safely drown
and maggie is far at sea again
with your shoes full of sand
You live by an open door, and maggie is on the prowl again, oh i know that you are an artist she said
For you carry the dust on your hands and your face, so i know that you are an artist she said, for you carry the dust on your hands and your face