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Stan Rogers Lock - Keeper

LYRICS You say, "Well-met again, Lock-keeper! We're laden even deeper that the time before, Oriental oils and tea brought down from Singapore." As we wait for my lock to cycle I say, "My wife has just given me a son." "A son!" you cry, "Is that all that you've done?" She wears bougainvilla blossoms. You pluck 'em from her hair and toss 'em in the tide, Sweep her in your arms and carry her inside. Her sighs catch on your shoulder; Her moonlit eyes grow bold and wiser through her tears And I say, "How could you stand to leave her for a year?" "Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross Rides high upon your shoulder." "Come with me!" you cry, "Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older, While your blood grows colder." But that anchor chain's a fetter And with it you are tethered to the foam, And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home. Sure I'm stuck here on the Seaway While you compensate for leeway through the Trades; And you shoot the stars to see the miles you've made. And you laugh at hearts you've riven, But which of these has given us more love or life, You, your tropic maids, or me, my wife. "Then come with me" you say, "to where the Southern Cross Rides high upon your shoulder." "Ah come with me!" you cry, "Each day you tend this lock, you're one day older, While your blood grows colder." But that anchor chain's a fetter And with it you are tethered to the foam, And I wouldn't trade your life for one hour of home. Ah your anchor chain's a fetter And with it you are tethered to the foam, And I wouldn't trade your whole life for one hour of home. Rogers died alongside 22 other passengers (23 fatalities in all) most likely of smoke inhalation on June 2, 1983, while travelling on Air Canada Flight 797 (a McDonnell Douglas DC-9) after performing at the Kerrville Folk Festival. The airliner was flying from Dallas, Texas to Toronto and Montreal when an in-flight fire forced it to make an emergency landing at the Greater Cincinnati Airport in northern Kentucky. His ashes were scattered in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Nova Scotia. ABOUT THE SONG Stan Rogers sang his own song The Lock-Keeper on his 1984 album From Fresh Water. He commented in his liner notes: There is an extensive system of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't speak half the tales they've been privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying that everyone who has to travel to make a living will relate to the parallels in this song. Stan loved the road and performing was life's-blood, but he wanted very badly to be the lock-keeper. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stan_Rogers http://stanrogers.net/