A Windlass and Memories Words Dusty MilIer, Music Dave Illingworth ( 2002) The old Cookes windlass that hangs by the door No longer shines as it did once before When it was used ev'ry day and polished by hand, And the boats carried freight o'er the length of the land. The flowers on the cans are now faded and chipped And on the hand bowl that cut water once dipped, Carried on the roof of the cabin on high, Now sit in the corner both empty and dry. The plates on the shelf that are now standing still No longer jingle as boats nudge the cill As they hung from ribbons in the cabin so warm Now adorn the walls of a brick built home. On the mantle stand photos in antique gilt frames, Faces are faded but remembered are names. Of Great Aunt Rose and Two Boat Joe, Generations of boaters from long, long ago. Polished brasses gleam in the glow of fire light Cannot compare to how they shone so bright In the sun when toiling a long weary course, Proudly displayed on the faithful boat horse. The old Cookes windlass, the brasses and plates Stir thoughts of good times and old boating mates. All that is left of a life that is gone Time passes by but the memories live on. From the repertoire of DPN+1, this was kindly supplied by Dusty Miller.
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