the sun red and enormous began to sink into the western sky and simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with its own glorious shade of red coming up out of the trees like a russet firebird the sun and the moon seemed to acknowledge each other and they moved in both apposition and concordance in a breathtaking dance of light across the oaks and the palms my father watched it and i thought he would cry again he had returned to the sea and his heart was a low country heart african drums are silent and the wingos are poets at last out on dafuskie island the bulldozers bury the past and the low country sinks she cannot swim the dogwood feels the hurt while the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts now i realize who killed the prince of tides how can you tell how it used to be when there s nothin left to see one night they put a price on the sunset and that got the whole world shakin they rose from the grave both the weak and the brave cause history was there for the makin and the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence and they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd same old story more dollars than sense  now i realize who killed the prince of tides how can you tell how it used to be when there s nothin left to see paperback novels make young girls dream and judy s spending quieter days in the stream with goodman giovinco and john mac d they were such good friends to me yes and now i realize who killed the prince of tides how can you tell how it used to be when there s nothin left to see oh and now i realize who killed the prince of tides how can you tell how it used to be when there s nothin left to see nothin left to see heaven knows but god decides just when to kill the prince of tides you can dance every dance with the guy who gives you the eye and wants to hold you tight you can smile every smile for the man who holds your hand beneath the pale moonlight but don t forget who s takin you home and in whose arms you re gonna be save the last dance for me and beach music beach music beach music just plays on the white porpoise comes to me at night singing in the river of time with a thousand dolphins in radiant attendance bringing charismatic greetings from the prince of tides