I still see her dark eyes glowin'
She was 21 when I left Galveston
Port Galveston is a picturesque seaside town in the republic of Texas, which is somewhat to the West of Caledon. I visited one fine afternoon.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston
The dock is dominated by the large sailing vessel. Woo-hoo, it's Cap'n Rhianon!
I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run
I spent some time investigating what might be stored in barrels and contain a spigot. Hmmm, should I sample some?
No need to break open the barrels when one can relax at the bar in comfort.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she's crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston
In addition to numerous small, quaint shops - some still available for rent - and houses available for rent, the town is dominated by Menard House, a fine example of Southern architecture. I have heard that our own Dr. Mason occasionally graces Menard House with his disc jockey-ological skills.
(Lyrics to "Galveston," by Glen Campbell.)
(Lyrics to "Galveston," by Glen Campbell.)
2 comments:
A minor correction, Madam. I have neither discjockey-ological skills nor the equipment to preactice said trade.. I am, however, a Doctor of Hostology.
Thank you for the correction, Dr. Mason. (Though I had always thought Hostology either had something to do with asking softball questions of celebrity guests or something to do with one third of the Trinity.)
These sorts of errors creep in when I am unable to attend events because they all take place after I retire for the night. Night owls, Californians...what is this world coming to?
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