November 2, 2009
Gagetown Girl
Written by:
Christina (Tina) Mavis Stewart (Cook)
My Daddy was young, a fisherman’s son
Trucking was his life. He was 21
To make the world better for me
Cornwallis was where he chose to be
At first he thought it was fun, working those big guns
My Grandpa worried about losing his son
My Mother afraid of becoming a widow
Any green beret was “Daddy” when I was little
Chorus: To the Trenton Trail
A marching band
A hero’s welcome
Casket in hand
A Gagetown girl
Holding Mommy’s hand
Daddy’s half way around the world
Not at home with his Gagetown girl
I am Daddy’s very own
So why am I all alone?
He’s looking out for other babies
He’ll be home real soon, maybe
It’s ok Daddy I understand
The world needs your kind of man
Chorus: To the Trenton Trail
A marching band
A hero’s welcome
Casket in hand
A Gagetown girl
Holding Mommy’s hand
I’m a Gagetown girl. What good are my tears?
No Daddy here to calm my fears
Is this his life to give his hand?
In the name of Peace in another land?
How do I take a stand? Who will hear my demands?
I want to hold my Daddy’s Hand,
Not shake a strangers saying
“Your Father was a great man”
Chorus: To the Trenton Trail
A marching band Chorus: To the Trenton Trail
A marching band
A hero’s welcome
Casket in hand
A Gagetown girl
Holding Mommy’s hand
A hero’s welcome
Casket in hand
A Gagetown girl
Holding Mommy’s hand
Some daddies come home harmed yet strong
To the arms of his family all safe and warm
So take the trail from the lonely runway
To confetti tears and the Hero’s Highway
When will the pipes stop?
Playing Amazing Grace and all
As we at home wait
For the next Daddy on God’s roll call?
Copyright Nov 4, 2009 in Fort St John, British Columbia
