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Can you imagine, to overcome sadness,
A trip to the black rock is all that it takes;
And the waves will wash o'er me,
And the black rock will hold me
And keep me from drifting away.
When I saw the black rock,
The first thing that I thought,
I'd fill up with sadness and cry;
But I sang.
And the blue sky hung over
The fast moving water,
And I stood on the rocks
And the memories began.
Can you imagine, to overcome sadness,
A trip to the black rock is all that it takes;
And the waves will wash o'er me,
And the black rock will hold me
And keep me from drifting away.
Down on the black rocks
I take all of my thoughts,
And I hang them to lie
On the wind and the waves.
Now the rock has been worn down
By time and by water,
And I have been worn down
By time and myself.
Can you imagine, to overcome sadness,
A trip to the black rock is all that it takes;
And the waves will wash o'er me,
And the black rock will hold me
And keep me from drifting away.
When I saw the black rock,
The first thing that I thought,
I'd fill up with sadness and cry;
But I sang.
And the moon shone above me,
And the darkness fell on me;
And I slept on the rocks
Till the morning time came.
Can you imagine, to overcome sadness,
A trip to the black rock is all that it takes;
And the waves will wash o'er me,
And the black rock will hold me
And keep me from drifting away.
Recorded by Rita MacNeil (Rita ©1979, Big Pond Publishing and Production Ltd).
