Emmeline

She's not a heavy sleeper, she listens to the night
She's a dreamer. She's the keeper of the pointe au baril light
And when the lamp is lit she gives her mind to the wind
She sits up by the light and plays her violin

There's a ring on her finger. It glistens as she plays
The light holds her in a warm embrace
She thinks of the man who promised her the night
Come with me, emmeline, we'll be keepers of the light

Emmeline, let your fiddle be a boat
And with every note you play you'll be sailing back again
To the days when you were young
Tune your ear to the wind
Play your violin, play your fiddle, emmeline, you'll be sailing

Hard to believe it's seven years since he passed on
All the children married now, she keeps the light alone
So when the lamp is lit she puts her fiddle to her chin
Draws strength from the music, takes comfort in the wind

The point au baril beacon makes pictures in the dark
Every flash a photograph she keeps in her heart
Emmeline the mother, the lover, the friend
Emmeline the dreamer who plays the violin

Emmeline, there's a rumour going 'round
They're changing all these lights, they won't need keepers now
You've lived out your dream, you're the last of your kind
There'll never be another... Emmeline