Keeper Of The Flame

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 Winding Down
Doesn't seem to be any more to say
Quickly flowing by each passing day
With nothing much inside my head.
Every day I awaken might be my last
Hearing bits of song from a distant past

.....Go tell Aunt Mabel the old grey goose is dead.....

Criss-crossing countless country roads
Remembering times of heavy loads
Thinking of one thing or the other.
Glancing eyes of pretty dancing girls
Clad in petticoats, long lovely curls

.....She was a young thing and could not leave her mother....

Down at the rickety dock of the bay
Sunset on the sea in golden overlay
It's much too late for taking flight.
Boats with sails turned into the wind
Filled with their catch from end to end

.....Shrimp boats comin', there'll be dancing tonight......

Cockleshell heroes bouncing on the sea
Fighting wars to keep us safe and free
Some will be lost, nevermore to roam.
It seems so long ago and so far away
Before atom bombs and Longest Day

.....When Johnny came marching home.......

Please play for me a mournful tune
I won't keep you long, I've gotta go soon
But I'll hang around as long as you stay.
Then, if you wish, we'll walk hand in hand
Back to the very place it all began

.....Mrs. Smith, may Jenny come out and play??






Oct 11 2009



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