Harbour Lights" conjures up a memory now & then
Takes me back to yesterday, even way back when
Running hard to catch the bus when I'd slept too long
Wintry days, skirt underneath, 'cuz pants on girls were wrong!
Gordon Atkinson in his tight suit; Ms. Hendry was truly insane
Miss McNab was my idol; Alfred Newell was a royal pain
Gym class and showers and Ms. Balcombs big chest
All of the boys loved to sit by HER for a rest.
Recess meant smoke breaks and flirting your best
Some just sat in their seat & crammed for a test
Ella and Effie roamed the halls arm in arm
Boys switching lunches but causing no harm.
The canteen sold junk and we stood in line with our dime
A pop and a candy bar or chips if there's time
Watching a game of basketball or a Cheerleaders shout
Chewing gum so fast before spitting it out.
Harbour Lights; High School; erasures and chalk
Too much homework and tests; not enough talk
Hurrying to grow up; how could we know for a fact?
That one day we'd be older and want to go back?
The bus's still roll towards a new BMHS
Kids in blue jeans and hair all a mess
Money for lunches and things they desire
Hurrying to get older; fueling the fire.
"Harbour Lights" will always be
A special time, in our history
As we look back, we see the light
School was youth, with no end in sight.
Takes me back to yesterday, even way back when
Running hard to catch the bus when I'd slept too long
Wintry days, skirt underneath, 'cuz pants on girls were wrong!
Gordon Atkinson in his tight suit; Ms. Hendry was truly insane
Miss McNab was my idol; Alfred Newell was a royal pain
Gym class and showers and Ms. Balcombs big chest
All of the boys loved to sit by HER for a rest.
Recess meant smoke breaks and flirting your best
Some just sat in their seat & crammed for a test
Ella and Effie roamed the halls arm in arm
Boys switching lunches but causing no harm.
The canteen sold junk and we stood in line with our dime
A pop and a candy bar or chips if there's time
Watching a game of basketball or a Cheerleaders shout
Chewing gum so fast before spitting it out.
Harbour Lights; High School; erasures and chalk
Too much homework and tests; not enough talk
Hurrying to grow up; how could we know for a fact?
That one day we'd be older and want to go back?
The bus's still roll towards a new BMHS
Kids in blue jeans and hair all a mess
Money for lunches and things they desire
Hurrying to get older; fueling the fire.
"Harbour Lights" will always be
A special time, in our history
As we look back, we see the light
School was youth, with no end in sight.
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