Song For Mira

Out on the Mira on warm afternoons,
Old men go fishin’ with black line and spoons.
And, if they catch nothin’, they never complain;
I wish I was with them again—

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

Chorus:
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 soft summer nights,
Bon fires blaze to the children’s delight.

They dance ’round the flames, singin’ 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.
Stars on the river-face sparkle and spin;
I wish I was with them again. 

Out on the Mira the people are kind;
They treat you to homebrew and help you unwind.
And, if you come broken, they’ll see that you mend;
I wish I was with them again.

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

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