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.
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