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Source: Adults

Author: Aston Campbell

Title: Anchovy Bay.

Me just sittin' here in early morning.
Alone in me house
in London town.
Thinkin' 'bout you.
Vexing me up bad
as the rain come down.

How are things over there,
in Anchovy bay today?
Sometimes I wish I never left.
But you didn't stop me.
So what can I say?

Does the sun still shine
on the shanty town?
Do the tropical winds still blow
your driftwood fencing down?
Are the dancehall queens
still struttin' around?

I remember the airplanes,
flying in low over Port of Spain.
My dream was always
to be on one as it flew away.
So now I is long time gone.
But I think sometimes,
of your voice and your laughter,
and I speak your name.

Do the weeds still grow tall
in your little backyard?
While you cook up a stew,
and wipe away the tears
amongst the sighs
of a life so hard.
Does laughter still drift
on the evening breeze?
Generated by the old men
cheating at cards.

Sometimes I think about us.
Early morning and late night.
Y'know,my ambition got me,
got the better of us both.
My big idea didn't turn out right.
So now I is stuck and trapped.
We are so far apart
and I got no way back.

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