The Gift

by Leonie Hunt Professional

SONG LYRICS

Written by Leonie Wood Hunt Sept 21&22, 2020
THE GIFT
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His granddad was an Azores man who heard the wand’ring call
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And sailed off on a whaling ship to go and see the world
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Til he landed in Australia on a gale that swept him in
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And married there an Irish girl and his life began again
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And maybe that’s the reason I have always loved the sea
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It’s a mem’ry from his granddad to my father, then to me

His grandma came from Killenaule to make another life
She found her Azores whaling man and then became his wife
They made a home in Riverstone and opened an hotel
Their daughters played piano in the evenings, I hear tell
And maybe it’s their music that my heart and I agree
His grandmother to his mother to my father, then to me

My father was a true man and he loved me from the start
He had his granddad’s gentle eyes; his grandmother’s Irish heart
Built a home right by the ocean where the waves sang me to sleep
We harmonized to his guitar, the songs ran true and deep
And maybe it’s the music and the whisper of the sea
That’s a gift from his grandparents to my father, then to me

And maybe there’s a chord of love, genetic mystery
That winds around these dear ones, to my father, and to me

© Allen and Leonie Hunt 2020

DESCRIPTION
The Gift reflects the connections I feel deeply between my great-grandparents, my grandparents, my father, and me. I never knew my grandfather or my great-grandparents, but learning their stories as I've searched family history, and traveling to Ireland, and to the Azores in the future, I feel a deep love for them and gratitude for their lives and their gifts to me. I KNOW these people!
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