Al Stewart - Sampan

The sun is high, looking out I see


The emptiness beyond the jetty


Seagulls raining like confetti


On the Water


Sea and sky come together in


A hazy kiss out on the ocean


Europe seems a foreign notion


Hardly thought of





And would you leave your modern world behind?


I know who I am


Riding in my sampan





In the shade stands the foreman in


A floppy hat and linen suit


Beneath his ancient leather boot


The ground is straining


Far away, figures bend to tap the


Endless seas of rubber trees


To coat the wheels of Paris taxis


Where it's raining





And would you leave your melting world behind?


I know who I am


Riding in my sampan