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Rise and Fall

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Published on Mar 13, 2011

This is my original song tribute to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, a town which has lost much in recent years including its ferry link with the US. Click "more info" to read lyrics.

Rise and Fall

Here I am squinting against the late sun,
with my mind fixed on nothing at all.
The harbour's so quiet, the fishing is done,
I'm just watching the waves rise and fall.

The dock's standing idle; a few herring gulls
wheel and cry in the westering light.
The lobster boats groan as they ride on the swells
and a stray cat steps down out of sight.

Oh where are you now, my September friends?
And have you forgotten me?
There's nothing but silence, the way summer ends -
no ferries or trains, no buses or jet planes,
or travellers come by the sea,
or travellers come by the sea.

Here I am, scuffing the boards with my shoe,
while a street lamp is winking to starboard.
A beacon still beckons on old Cape Forchu,
and bell-buoys call - sad - from the harbour.

I think of my grandson, who'll grow to a man
in this town, where the water runs lonely.
He would stay here forever, but I doubt that he can,
with "no hope" or "too late" or "if only".

Oh where are you now, my September friends?
And will you come back for me?
There's nothing but silence, the way summer ends -
no ferries or trains, no buses or jet planes,
no smiling new faces or laughter.
No dreams left for us to run after.

Here I am leaning against the late sun,
chasing memories I can't quite recall.
The harbour's so quiet, the fishing is done.
I'm just watching the waves rise and fall.
Just watching the waves rise and fall.

Brenda Tate (c)2011

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