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