Words and Music by Dennis Livingston We dimly saw the silhouettes of freighters glide in silence on the Bosporus. Past mansions on the shore that date from days that were, to all appearance, prosperous. Byzantine mosaics peered from domes of crumbling churches. Earthquake tumbled city walls lay scattered from their perches. Rain fell light and cool. A misty day in Istanbul. We walked along Galata Bridge that spans the ancient harbor on the Golden Horn. Where warriors and goddesses once passed from lands whose names great empires did adorn. The Hippodrome of Constantine was gone without a trace, here chariots swept ‘round the course to win each fiercesome race. Rain fell light and cool. A misty day in Istanbul. We took this trip to see if we could ever compromise. Perhaps postpone the break that seemed to stalk us every day But we just brought along the tangled lies, the hidden sighs. It was too apparent our love had ebbed away. “Good morning,” said the salesman, “please come into my shop and have some apple tea.” The call to prayer rang out as I said, “there’s no time, my flight to New York leaves at three.” Another shard of history. Love’s poor heartsick fool. I flew home alone from a misty day in Istanbul.     © 2006 Hallmark Music Co.   Back to previous page Back to SONGS main page