Summerstown

01:06
Phil Christie

Lyrics

Bobby grew up on the St. Lawrence River
In a little place called Summerstown
An only child, the son of a sailor
He loved life in that sleepy ol' town
He was a boy when his mama cried
"Son, your daddy's gone
They hit a storm wind and foundered at sea"

Chorus:
He'd walk along the banks of the river wide
To watch the sailing ships roll by
Waiting for the day his daddy was comin' home
Back to Summerstown 

Bobby dreamed of life on the Seaway
Trimming the sails and hauling line
At seventeen, he dropped out of high school
Got a job rigging for a local shipline
Out on the reach, when autumn leaves turned
And the winter winds blew cold
Bobby could hear his voice through the whine

(chorus)

Morning fog crept from the shoreline
On a fateful day when he was twenty five
A trolling ship appeared out of nowhere
And shattered the hull of Bobby's port side
As water rushed in over his head
A strong hand pulled him up
Just as the sun broke through the sky

Now he walks along the banks of the river wide
To watch the sailing ships roll by
Thankful for the day his daddy could bring him home
Back to Summerstown

©2002 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)