Out  on  the  Mira  on  warm  afternoons,
Old  men  go  fishing  with  black  line  and  spoons;
And  if  they  catch  nothing  they  never  complain,
And  I  wish  I  was  with  them  again.
As  boys  in  the  boats  call  to  girls  on  the  shore,
Teasing  the  ones  that  they  dearly  adore;
And  into  the  evening  the  courting  begins,
I  wish  I  was  with  them  again.
Can  you  imagine  a  piece  of  the  universe,
More  fit  for  princes  and  kings?
I'll  trade  you  ten  of  your  cities  for  Marion  Bridge,
And  the  pleasure  it  brings.
Out  on  the  Mira  on  soft  summer  nights,
Bonfires  blaze  to  the  children's  delight;
They  dance  round  the  flames  singing  songs  with  their  friends,
And  I  wish  I  was  with  them  again.
And  over  the  ashes  the  stories  are  told,
Of  witches  and  werewolves  and  Oak  Island  gold;
Stars  on  the  river  they  sparkle  and  spin,
I  wish  I  was  with  them  again.
Can  you  imagine  a  piece  of  the  universe,
More  fit  for  princes  and  kings?
I'll  trade  you  ten  of  your  cities  for  Marion  Bridge,
And  the  pleasure  it  brings.
Out  on  the  Mira,the  people  are  kind,
They'll  treat  you  to  homebrew,and  help  you  unwind;
And  if  you  come  broken  they'll  see  that  you  mend,
I  wish  I  was  with  them  again.
Now  I'll  conclude  with  a  wish  you  go  well,
Sweet  be  your  dreams,and  your  happiness  swell;
I'll  leave  you  here,for  my  journey  begins,
I'm  going  to  be  with  them  again,
I'm  going  to  be  with  them  again.