Lyrics Stories He'd Tell - Ian & Sylvia

Stories He'd Tell

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