Mama Lion - David Crosby, Graham Nash

The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen

helping to guide the blind in a dream

And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave

She was feeding and needing a soul she could save

Mama lion, mama lion, I’m starting to sink

beneath the sunshine and the icicles

in the things that you think

There’s a hole in my destiny

and I’m out on the brink

Mama lion, mama lion

She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks

She’s taking her time from her grandfather clocks

And over the border, and down on the land

She’s living in the future

and it lies in her hand

Mama lion, mama lion, I’m starting to sink

beneath the sunshine and the icicles

in the things that you think

There’s a hole in my destiny

and I’m out on the brink

Mama lion, mama lion

Mama lion, mama lion, I’m starting to sink

beneath the sunshine and the icicles

in the things that you think

There’s a hole in my destiny

and I’m out on the brink

Mama lion, mama lion