My Paradise

A Memory of Barmouth.

Way back in my childhood, brothers two and then plus me,
Mom and Dad said let us pack our bags, and go down to the sea,
Down to the railway station, our entourage did go,
Comic books within our hands, cause, four hours, they went so slow

Now as the train pulls into town, his whistle he did blow,
To warn the people off the tracks, so he could pull in, real, real, slow
When we had helped to pitch the tent, and all was most secure,
The three of us crossed the promenade, to play upon the shore

We walked a little way and saw, men making pictures in the sand,
And sitting close a Harpist, playing songs of this Welsh Land
At evening time, we`d walk to town, buy fish and chips in a pack,
And as the old saying goes, twas a finger lickin snack.

We came upon the harbour, what a lovely sight to see,
All the little pleasure boats, bobbing gently on the sea,
One year they launched a new lifeboat, it was emotional for me,
To hear throngs of people, sing the sailors hymn, for those in peril on the sea.

I turn my back upon the ocean, see the mountains tall and fine,
I used to think God put them there just, for me to climb,
Then when you climbed those mountains, and looked out across the Bay.
You saw two shining beacons guiding sailors on their way.

When I became much older, and a nurse I did become,
I lived there for a little while, till my training was all done,
Then I met my lifetime partner, and to a new land we did sail
It was hard to leave our loved ones, but we kept in touch by mail.

Now as the years have come and gone, every day thoughts come back to me,
Of that little town I love so much, nestled on the Irish sea.
So if it is as some folks think, our souls come back this way,
I will beg and plead, down on my knees, for My Paradise on the Bay

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