Shiny Harmonica

 

Thinking of Stephanie, Elizabeth and Jordan in Montreal

In a soldiers’ camp 
With a storm at sea 
Round a campfire’s glow 
Come and play with me. 
As a Mongol’s trade 
For some aged goat cheese 
On the quiet back porch 
‘Gainst a summer breeze. 
I have tunes you know 
Others haunt a bit 
Gentled hearts will glow 
At the warmth of it. 
Music brings us all 
To a sweet accord. 
Maybe brings One Home 
To our calling Lord.