Song for the Mira

Out on the Mira on warm afternoons,

Old men go fishing with black line and spoons;

And if they catch nothing they never complain,

And I wish I was with them again.

As boys in the boats call to girls on the shore,

Teasing the ones that they dearly adore;

And into the evening the courting begins,

I wish I was with them again.

Can you imagine a piece of the universe,

More fit for princes and kings?

I'll trade you ten of your cities for Marion Bridge,

And the pleasure it brings.

Out on the Mira on soft summer nights,

Bonfires blaze to the children's delight;

They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends,

And I wish I was with them again.

And over the ashes the stories are told,

Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold;

Stars on the river they sparkle and spin,

I wish I was with them again.

Can you imagine a piece of the universe,

More fit for princes and kings?

I'll trade you ten of your cities for Marion Bridge,

And the pleasure it brings.

Out on the Mira,the people are kind,

They'll treat you to homebrew,and help you unwind;

And if you come broken they'll see that you mend,

I wish I was with them again.

Now I'll conclude with a wish you go well,

Sweet be your dreams,and your happiness swell;

I'll leave you here,for my journey begins,

I'm going to be with them again,

I'm going to be with them again.