Last night I had a wonderful dream, I'll cherish for a while I dreamt I was back in grandmas days, strolling around the gut The smell of salty fishing air, I can't get it out of my mind Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
My grandma you see, was the same age as me when she played right here in Branch As family and friends often lended a hand, with neighbours plenty and more As they fished the sea and toiled the land, they helped each other along Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
The more I dreamt I was totally amazed by the simpler ways back then No one had phones or motor homes, no mortgages or bank loans No big fishing boats or modern day trucks, to drive along the road Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
The men would gather to the gut and tell of fishing tales The women stayed in their homes and reared up all the crowd They baked the bread and darned the socks and hung the clothes on the line Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
The times were hard way back then, no money to spend or waste There was time to spare and time to share you could see it all around Troubles were few and everyone knew that neighbours would lend a hand Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
When I awoke in the early morn, my dream had faded away I was glad to see how things used to be, in days so long ago And if ever I frown on life in my town, I'll stop and I'll think for awhile Those days are gone, but still linger on in our dear ole' little town
“In March 2006 I wrote this song and performed it during a concert in Branch” - Elaine
Elaine, is the daughter of the late Mrs. Eleanor (Nash) and Mr. John |
Branch Come Home Year August 9-19, 2007 |
Memories Elaine McGrath |