Stories He'd Tell - Ian & Sylvia

Rowing through the straits, rowing 'cross the morning sun

He’s tell of leaving home, England oh when he was young

Magic mountain’s call caught him never let him go

Was his faith so strong, had he doubts that didn’t show

Seeing life and death, had he learned what I don’t know

Memories of old dead soldiers long ago

All along the shore, arbutus trees do grow

And watching from their red limbs, kingfishers come and go

And their secrets from hidden coves they’d call 'cross the bay

Late in the afternoon on salt rocks where we lay

And the water turned to gold, and the day was through

Going home he’s asked me then what it was I hoped to do

Sons of his drifty friends, all settlin' down

And me in my aimless way, just a-ramblin' round

Years tuen and life turns beyond windows and doors

The life that he loved is not his own anymore

But I think of him often, I remember him well

Places he’s take me, the stories he’s tell