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A Prayer For The Cove

A Prayer for the Cove

I was barely 6 years old when father took me to Maine
A place called Edge Cliff, dark and shrouded in rain
His dream for that summer went all up in flames
Took me to a place called the Cove and
My life was never the same

I knew the Cove held magic – when I set foot in her sand
Starfish, clams, and giant moon snails this was surely God’s land
My world keeps on changing
But the Cove stays the same
The old faces yes I see them now
I thank God for the summer
And say a prayer for the Cove

50 years in the blink of an eye, where the hell did my life go
An ocean of dreams have come and gone, but this place never gets old
My world keeps on changing
But the cove stays the same
The old faces yes I see them now
I thank God for summer
And say a prayer for the cove

The time has come for my grandson Jack – to share in my dream
Run on the beach, collect seashells, watch the summer sun fade
I wonder if he’ll follow me, and my life by the sea
I wonder if he’ll sing this song when ole papi’s
Just a sweet memory