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The Old Man (Connie & Paul)

His face was lean and weathered,
His oilskins gray and worn;
He fished for eighty summers,
As his father did before.
I'd see him on the dockside,
Mending nets with calloused hands,
And I knew I'd found a friend in this old man.

He'd say, come and sit beside me, child,
And I'll take you by the hand;
You can share in all my stories,
Try to follow if you can.
And I'd sit with him for hours,
Till the daylight stole away,
Then I'd leave the old man
with his memories on the quay.

My mind was filled with wonder,
As he spun his tales of old;
Of days with fish a plenty,
And stocks worth more than gold.
The eyes that shone through wrinkles,
Seemed younger than their years,
But the old man's laughter couldn't hide the tears.

He'd say, come and sit beside me, child,
And I'll take you by the hand;
You can share in all my stories,
Try to follow if you can.
And I'd sit with him for hours,
Till the daylight stole away,
Then I'd leave the old man
with his memories on the quay.

The old man's voice grew silent,
While the boats pulled up on shore;
The weathered face, the calloused hands,
The oilskins seen no more.
I can feel him sitting near me,
On the dockside still today,
But the old man, like the fishing's, gone away.

He'd say, come and sit beside me, child,
And I'll take you by the hand;
You can share in all my stories,
Try to follow if you can.
And I'd sit with him for hours,
Till the daylight stole away,
Then I'd leave the old man
with his memories on the quay.

####.... Connie & Paul ©1998. Performance rights administered by SOCAN. All rights reserved ....####
Recorded by Connie & Paul (Dancing In The Moonlight, Miramichi River Productions, 2000).


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