Memories Remain Close to the fishing harbor near the launching block, There stood the old raceway, where father wound His old pocket watch, our little shanty, that stood So weak and small, was a happy and safe home, that I recall. Inside it's walls the patter of little feet kept Our Mother oh so busy cooking fish for us to eat. Our little shanty, that stood so weak and small, Was a safe place for us to live, as I recall. There we learned to love and forgive, and care for Others and comfort give, memories of those days Fill my mind, in leaving that little Shanty Home Far Behind 39