Sand and Foam - Donovan

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree And the simple act of an oar’s stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity As I dug you diggin’ me in Mexico. There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine In that crystal thought time in Mexico. Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine, Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine. Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet, I’m a-shakin’ in my seat in Mexico. Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night, Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight, Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp, Valentino vamp in Mexico. The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree And the simple act of an oar’s stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity I