From the recording Summerstown
Bobby grew up on the St. Lawrence RiverIn a little place called SummerstownAn only child, the son of a sailorHe loved life in that sleepy ol' townHe was a boy when his mama cried"Son, your daddy's goneThey hit a storm wind and foundered at sea"
Chorus:He'd walk along the banks of the river wideTo watch the sailing ships roll byWaiting for the day his daddy was comin' homeBack to Summerstown
Bobby dreamed of life on the SeawayTrimming the sails and hauling lineAt seventeen, he dropped out of high schoolGot a job rigging for a local shiplineOut on the reach, when autumn leaves turnedAnd the winter winds blew coldBobby could hear his voice through the whine
Morning fog crept from the shorelineOn a fateful day when he was twenty fiveA trolling ship appeared out of nowhereAnd shattered the hull of Bobby's port sideAs water rushed in over his headA strong hand pulled him upJust as the sun broke through the sky
Now he walks along the banks of the river wideTo watch the sailing ships roll byThankful for the day his daddy could bring him homeBack to Summerstown
©2002 Lauret River Music (ASCAP)