Ling Zambara, Schoolboy
ling zambara the school boy
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[Verse]
Down by the river where the old willows weep
Ling Zambara stands while the town is asleep
With a satchel of leather and boots made of clay
He counts every pebble that gets in his way
The slate in his hand holds the numbers and names
Of masters who played all those forgotten games
He studies the wind and the patterns of rain
A scholar of silence a witness to pain
[Chorus]
Oh Ling Zambara the boy at the gate
Deciphering riddles and mocking his fate
The bell in the steeple has nothing to say
To a seeker who wanders the long dusty way
With his eyes on the mountain and feet in the sand
The map of the future is drawn in his hand
[Verse]
The chalkboard is dusty the classroom is cold
But the tales in his pockets are centuries old
He speaks of the oceans and birds on the wing
While the rest of the children are learning to sing
The ink on his fingers is blacker than night
Tracing the shadows to find a new light
He doesn’t need belfries or clocks on the wall
He hears the deep murmur before the leaves fall
[Chorus]
Oh Ling Zambara the boy at the gate
Deciphering riddles and mocking his fate
The bell in the steeple has nothing to say
To a seeker who wanders the long dusty way
With his eyes on the mountain and feet in the sand
The map of the future is drawn in his hand
[Chorus]
Oh Ling Zambara the boy at the gate
Deciphering riddles and mocking his fate
The bell in the steeple has nothing to say
To a seeker who wanders the long dusty way
With his eyes on the mountain and feet in the sand
The map of the future is drawn in his hand
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