David Ashman
Guitarist/singer-songwriter
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The Bijou Dream
There's frost on the windowsill
And children running home from school
The snow is falling all around
That's a sure sign that autumn's gone

Downwind from the cannery
The air is filled with sweet cherry jam
And dreams from a worker's mind
Of raising family and buying land

I thank the masons and the carpenters
The townspeople and the good farmers
Who plowed the fields and made the rules
They built a town in which I could grow

Keep your lights on while I'm gone
I'll take the memories along
Though I may travel very far
I only get closer to where you are
When the sun goes down all is well in this fair ported town

I remember climbing up Brook's hill
I raised a flag and called it my own
I laid down to count the stars
Then I wondered about who we are

I never wanted to say goodbye
The friends I had moved on with their lives
Twenty years and I still want more
You're the place I've been searching for

Keep your lights on while I'm gone
I'll take the memories along
Though I may travel very far
I only get closer to where you are
When the sun goes down all is well in this fair ported town


Copyright 2001 David A. Ashman
- As people age, I believe there is a tendency to
miss the security and serenity of being taken care
of by their parents, playing in the front yard, etc.  
My parents still live in the same house in which I
was born.  This song is written about the
memories I have as a kid growing up in
Fairport, NY (near Rochester).
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