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