SONG FOR THE MIRA

Out on the Mira on warm afternoons,
Old men go fishing with black line and spoons
And if they catch nothing they never complain,
I wish I was with them again.

As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore,
Teasing the ones that they dearly adore,
And into the evening the courting begins,
I wish I was with them again.

Can you imagine a piece of the universe
more fit for princes and kings?
I’ll trade you ten of your cities
for Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings

Out on the Mira on warm summer nights
Bonfires blaze to the children’s delight
They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends;
I wish I was with them again.

And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
The stars on the river-face sparkle and spin;
I wish I was with them again.

Can you imagine a piece of the universe
more fit for princes and kings?
I’ll trade you ten of your cities
for Marion bridge and the pleasure it brings

Now I’ll conclude with a wish you go well,
Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell,
I’ll leave you here, for my journey begins,
I’m going to be with them again.