#03363
Black And White (Bud Davidge) video
#2060: YouTube video by everardum
©2009 ~ Used with permission ~

There's a photograph I think I've seen
a thousand times or more,
Of a fishing boat with a house in tow,
and three children on the shore;
You ask me why I look so long
at such a simple scene,
Why there's a tear that blinds my eye,
what does this picture mean.

That big, two-storey house
belongs on another piece of ground,
On an island out beyond that fog
where now there's not a sound;
There's a graveyard there and the old
church spire still looks out o'er the bay,
But Mother Nature's busy there
since we all moved away.

All of us were born upstairs
in that room just down the hall,
We learned to count the thirteen stairs
when we were only small;
And Grandpa knew each board by heart,
it's laughter, sigh or moan,
When Amber's son danced 'cross the floor,
and the creek of frost and storm.

It's only just a black and white
of a mausy outport day,
A gentle lop breaks on the beach
a foot or two away
From three small children standing there
and looking out to sea,
And Dad's old boat with our house in tow,
and that little boy that's me.

Seeing our old house float on the tide,
it seems so out of place,
Perhaps you sense the way we feel
though you can't see our face;
My sister stands in silent thought,
and black-haired Mary, too,
We wish we could go home again,
but we know it is no use.

That room you see there on the right
that's where I used to sleep,
And listen to the gentle breeze
sigh in the apple trees;
I wonder what I'll see
when I look from my room again,
I know I'll see the hills of home
forever in my dreams.

It's only just a black and white
of a mausy outport day,
A gentle lop breaks on the beach
a foot or two away
From three small children standing there
and looking out to sea,
And Dad's old boat with our house in tow,
and that little boy that's me.

It's only just a black and white
of a mausy outport day,
Of any house in any cove
on any outport bay;
Three little ones that can't make sense
of why it has to be,
My father's boat with our house in tow,
and that little boy that's me.
A fishing boat with a house in tow,
and that little boy that's me.

####.... Written and performed by Bud Davidge ©2009; music by Sim Savory ....####
Recorded by Bud Davidge (Black and White, trk#1, 2009 CD, SWC Productions, English Harbour West, recorded at Sim's Studio, Belleoram, and distributed by SWC Productions English Harbour West 709-728-2571)

~ bud.davidge@nf.sympatico.ca ~

See more songs by Bud Davidge.

The subject of this song is an iconic black and white photograph of a family's move during the government's resettlement program. The picture shows the home and three children of Mr Malcom Rogers who used empty oil-drums to relocate his family from the outport of Silver Fox Island to Dover, a small cove at the head of Freshwater Bay, Bonavista Bay. When the picture was taken in 1961, the house was moored to the shore awaiting high tide. The community of Dover enticed many families such as the Rogers to its shores with the promise of abundant trees for the forestry industry, its sheltered harbours and numerous fish.

From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Lop - rough surface of the sea (or a pond) caused by a stiff wind and marked by a quick succession of short breaking waves.
Mausy - also mausey, mauzy, mawzy: of the weather, damp, foggy, misty or close, sometimes with very light rain or condensation on objects and a cool, gentle wind off the sea.
Outport - coastal settlement other than the chief port of St John's; out-harbour.



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