| ©Linda Allen 1989 The starlings have flown to their nests on the pier Mothers are holding their little ones near The fishers have rolled up their nets for the day Late in the evening on Bellingham Bay The cats of Fairhaven will sing down the moon As the fiddler at Tony's plays one final tune Lovers still stroll by the bookstore display Late in the evening on Bellingham Bay In Old Town, the Mission has closed up its doors Too many homeless - there's no room for more The old man just cries then he shuffles away Late in the evening on Bellingham Bay The merchants of town don't rest easy at night Business is down, and money is tight The lights of the new Mall still shine like the day Late in the evening on Bellingham Bay (Verse instrumental, then chorus) So sleep now, my children - I'll watch over you Hear the wind and the sea gull - they're calling for you And we'll rest in the darkness and pray that the day Will bring comfort to all on our Bellingham Bay Notes: I love to sit and watch life go by from my office above Tony's Coffee House. How I love this town! |