Wild with Mist Songtext
von Judy Collins

Wild with mist, the Turner painting shines
Upon the walls where I stand and gaze
Embedded in the wind and water
Emboldened by the sight of other worlds
I wander through the softly spreading sunlight
Into another, and then another world
Seeing the heads of whales
Seeing the ships of night
Sighting places where Turner went to paint

Slipping into deep waters, towards much traveled
Sightings that would save the wind, the water and the sea
For me to dwell in

Drinking coffee in the lovely old cafe
The dimly-lighted restaurant, where I sip my cafe away
Reading the guidebook through this horror museum


Pitted with wind, and rain, and bullet holes
From some old battle in the streets
That lead down to the waterfront
Where the wailing ships of old
Sink in water to their knees
Like ships impaled on hooks of rusted steel
And drowned in blood
Upon the black harpoons

I tip the waiter and go back to gaze
On the white misted scenes
That leap like visions from the canvas of the man
Who had a lover in a little sea swept town, near London
Mr Turner in his fine black hat and unclouded eye
Will spy the magic in the water′s mist
Among the ships

Wild with mist, the Turner painting shines
Upon the walls where I stand and gaze