Mudcat Café message #178283 The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #18166   Message #178283
Posted By: JedMarum
14-Feb-00 - 05:22 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
Standing on the southeast corner of the island, just as the tide is coming in, another Mudcatter faces the late morning sun. Tall in his all weather coat, hood pulled over his head, long moments pass before he finally walks up to the lightkeeper's house.

Once inside, he greets his host and other guests, and remembers a song his father used to sing - it plays through his head as the ancient mariner leads him to his room:

Near Saint John's town
the wind blows cold
on winter eve'nings
so I'm told
And tears the heart
Where spirits rest
And tears the heart
From my lover's breast

I met her there at the Loyalist's fairground
Her summer kiss, and heart aglow
My Annie's love lit the fire of hope for
This St John lad and his Grand Bay jo

The summer passed
And November tarried
Now the ice forms massed
And the cold wind carried
We fought our way
To bring our ship home
Near the Bay of Fundy
Slipped beneath the foam

But I see her face at the Loyalist's fairground
Her summer kiss, and heart aglow
My Annie's love lit the fire of hope for
This St John lad and his Grand Bay jo