Our kids sang Song for the Mira in their Jazz club in high school days. Not too often a scene reminds me of the words to that song. It is hard not to sing of those lyrics in this place. It's not Marion Bridge, but it could be.
Out on the Mira, on warm afternoons
Old men go fishing, with black line and spoons
And if they catch nothing, they never complain
I wish I was with them again
As boys in their 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
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
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, going to be with them
I'm going to be 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
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
Allister MacGillivray
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