Cordelia

CORDELIA words and music by Karyn Oliver

I come from a place where wells run dry
Struck out to find deep water
Craving blue, sea and sky
I am Ocean’s daughter

Sometimes she rocks me gently to sleep
Sometimes she makes me ill
I have a picture of people I keep
Here on my windowsill

Oh, Cordelia

They tear at the ground, dirt and dust
Not one of them knows how to swim
But salt heals wounds, memories rust
Out on the Sparkling Rim