The Lighthouse
Clayton Colpitts
I was placed upon the harbour bank
My purpose there to be.
To show a light out in the night
For ships out in the sea;
The Fundy shore is rugged,
There's rocks and reefs and shoals,
I feel assured my guiding light
Has saved many souls.
For many years I stood on guard
For ships out in the bay,
They dismantled me, when no longer needed
And hauled me far away;
They took me to Cape Breton
And assembled me in a park,
No longer was my purpose
Assisting ships out in the dark.
For seventeen long years
I stood, dismantled and alone,
A castaway, no place in life
A beggar without a home.
Now I'm going back where I belong
The place where I long to be;
I'll be farther up the harbour,
But it' s home sweet home to me.
Many an old salt, when passing by
Will tip their hats to me;
They'll recall the nights my beaming lights
Brought them safely from the sea.
When passing down the Parrsboro shore,
A sight you'll probably see;
The lighthouse standing on the bank,
The Age of Sail and me.
I'm a reminder now of yesteryear,
I'm history of the past;
I'll go down in memory of the men
Who sailed before the mast;
And, now my duties ended,
I'll shine my light once more,
May God bless every one of you
Who enters through my door.
Clayton Colpitts
I was placed upon the harbour bank
My purpose there to be.
To show a light out in the night
For ships out in the sea;
The Fundy shore is rugged,
There's rocks and reefs and shoals,
I feel assured my guiding light
Has saved many souls.
For many years I stood on guard
For ships out in the bay,
They dismantled me, when no longer needed
And hauled me far away;
They took me to Cape Breton
And assembled me in a park,
No longer was my purpose
Assisting ships out in the dark.
For seventeen long years
I stood, dismantled and alone,
A castaway, no place in life
A beggar without a home.
Now I'm going back where I belong
The place where I long to be;
I'll be farther up the harbour,
But it' s home sweet home to me.
Many an old salt, when passing by
Will tip their hats to me;
They'll recall the nights my beaming lights
Brought them safely from the sea.
When passing down the Parrsboro shore,
A sight you'll probably see;
The lighthouse standing on the bank,
The Age of Sail and me.
I'm a reminder now of yesteryear,
I'm history of the past;
I'll go down in memory of the men
Who sailed before the mast;
And, now my duties ended,
I'll shine my light once more,
May God bless every one of you
Who enters through my door.
