Another song from my late teens that I pretty much never played for anyone. There was no Diane in my life (in fact, at that time there was no one in my life) so I’m not sure why I used the name. And this is also another song that my 12-string wrote, I just filled in the lyrics (which sound like they were written by a not particularly precocious teenager). It’s fun to sing and has a key change that I like and Elliot set it to a bossa nova arrangement.
Lyrics
DIANE
I shall go down to the sea
And dance to the mixed melody
The crash of the breakers will be
My song for Diane
The seashells shall trumpet the sand
While the ocean will strum on the land
And she’ll hear as she gives me her hand
My song for Diane
We’ll see Neptune’s daughter as she rises to water the sky
We’ll ride o’er the beaches on dolphins who’ll teach us to fly
Crossing the desert alone
We’ll come to the steps of her home
While the moan of a solo trombone
Plays my song for Diane
She’ll smile and taunt me her features will haunt me anew
But I’ll know by her teases that the melody pleases her too
I’ll fly down the rain-wrinkled streets
To the memories I left on the beach
While the script in the sand ‘neath my feet
Spells my song for Diane
And sometimes whenever I can
I whistle awhile my song for Diane.