Along Chatham Reach
My memory wanders still
To gaze upon the splendour
From her shoreline to her peaks
A painter’s dream of heaven
And to my soul she speaks
As spring breaks through, down on Chatham Reach Ever since my younger days
I have loved your misty shores
I’d stare out from the tall grass
Smell the sweetness on your breeze
And at night around a fire
We would gather on the beach
Those friends I knew down on Chatham Reach And ever steeped in mystery your legends would unfold
Of stalwart men to reach their end in search of Slumach’s Gold*
And ever still, I’m haunted by the ghost of Louis Bee
Sweet mystery, and it calls to me Now winter brings it’s bitter chill
My breath hangs in the air
The frost has turned the tall grass
To the colour of my hair
My life is done, my race is run
But with a longing I am filled
To linger still, down on Chatham Reach
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