Canal (Martian Lovers)

CANAL

Won’t you walk with me, Baby, beside the canal?
The Martian sky is so clear, we can almost see the earth
Won’t you walk with me, Baby, won’t you hold my hand?
We can lay on the sand and gaze up at the planet of our birth

Silver spaceships bringing in more everyday
Pretty soon, we’ll have to move, but for now, we’ll stay right here
Silver spaceships, shining like stars in the night
My eyes ignore their light; I can’t see a thing when you are near

Who would have thought that we would end up here,
Away from the home of our mothers and fathers,
Free to become Martian lovers?

Sweet, soft breezes blowing off the shifting sand,
As soft and cool as your touch as we walk beside the canal
Sweet, soft breezes disturb my thoughts very little
As we gaze into the water so still, where, long ago, ancient ships once sailed

Who would have thought that we would end up here,
Away from the home of our mothers and fathers,
Free to become Martian lovers?

Copr. 2020 – Gene Schwimmer