The Light Is Shining For Burns Ford

When I was young and the river past Harry Harvey's Fish Market exited into what was called the 'old channel' and the 'new channel' and this body of water reflecting the setting sun was Anthony Cameron's cow pasture, right about where the small light on the middle right is beaming from the now old town office in the town park was an old shanty house belonging to Burns Ford where he and my father and others would gather and drink and play cards and sing old songs like 'Love's Old Sweet Song' and I was a young young pre-school kid that went everywhere - taverns, bars, old shantys, fishing boats, night hunting, staying awake until I would fall asleep against some old dog, or on the stern plank of a rowing boat in a drizzling rain or in the heat of a summers days and those old memories still roam across my mind as I capture scenes that never existed then.

Love's Old Sweet Song

Music by J.L. Molloy;
words by G. Clifton Bingham

Song Lyrics

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.
Just a song a twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
comes Love's old sweet song.
- and there are more verses to this lovely old song