The Long Majestic Emerald

 The Long Majestic Emerald - Dedicated to Franklin Park

to the tune of The Broad Majestic Sharon by the Pogues

The last time I saw you was down at the Behan

There was whiskey on Sunday, it was great to be seen

You sang me a song that was pure as the day

On a street leading up Arborway

I sat for a while at the shore at Back Bay

Where young lovers would meet while the grasses would sway

We walked cross the bridge where the mill used to be  

The Neponset churned round the old willow tree

CHORUS

Take my hand, and dry your tears, babe

Take my hand, forget your fears, babe

There’s no more pain, there’s no more sorrow

They’re all gone, gone in the years, babe

I sat for a while by the gap in the fence

Found a used up old vape and a needle all spent

Heard a woodpecker’s drum and the chime of the bells

And the crickets were humming way deep in the dell

And the next time I see you we’re back at the Behan

There’ll be whiskey on Sunday and friends that we’re seeing

For it’s silly to laugh and it’s vain to repent

About an old used up vape and a needle that’s spent

CHORUS

So I walked, as the day was dawning

Where small birds sang and leaves were falling

Where we once watched the diamonds dancing

Skipping stones, and laughing

And so I walked, as the day was dwindling

As large birds fly, and we weigh their meaning

So by the long, majestic Emerald

We gather here, and are assembled

CHORUS

We’re all here to save the park, babe

March 11, 2025