The Wind and the Snow

Last night she was snowing, today she’s ah blowin

Fire gone out it’s like sitting in a fridge,

Lots of snow to clear away gonna take most of the day,

Hope if the wind doesn’t blow me in over the ridge

Youngsters got no school they almost got me drove,

They’ll just torment me sit “round and complain,

And If I go out I’ll be cold, with the stuff dripping from my nose,

All the snow I shovel will drift back in again…

I can mind when I was a boy at times I use to cry,

When I had to shovel and go bring in the wood

Now I’ve grown into a man those chores I still can’t stand.

I’m bawlin here just like I knew I would..

My father he would say lots of wind out on the bay,

She’s feather white, a gale of wind a blowin ,

And if he was here to see I’m sure he’d say to me

You’re just as lazy as back then when it was snowing..

Yes I’m in da house, got me ass print in the couch,

Sitting here waiting for time to pass,

I’ll go out in the spring when warm weather comes again,

For now I guess I’ll just sit here on me ass..

Well I got up me nerve to go out to shovel snow,

Even though I’d rather stay inside,

Got on me wool socks on logger boots and I was gone,

With me shovel and me scoop right by my side,

When I opened up the door not knowing what’s in store,

Head down and I walked out brave and bold,

Shivering before long found out I wasn’t all that strong,

Found out I love the heat a lot more then the cold

I started in to dig, said jumpin diens frig,

As the water started running from my eyes,

My nose was running too snot flying as it blew,

No snowblower in my shed I wondered why,

Had me Take me back toque on as I worked and sang some songs,

As the Ski-doo’s flew back and forth just like a jet,

I t seemed a little funny, no school cuz it was stormy,

But they were on the go just like they were quit

Wood was the next thing, in the house I had to bring,

Busted the rope on the wood house door,

Had to take off me mitts then I took a little fit,

With freezing hands I fixed it as I swore.

Will it sucked being me today all work with no play,

I had to get offline for a little while,

Oh I cannot wait for spring and the joys that it will bring,

When I’ll trade my frown for a big ole smile.

Oh the friggin wind still blows can’t see across the road,

All cuddled up now cozy and warm,

I got my Pj’s on, on the couch where I belong,

I’ll just sit in here and wait out the storm

Yes I’m back inside with the remote by my side,

Movie on, Netflix on tv,

And I certainly don’t care I ain’t going anywhere,

Here for the night just drinking Tetley tea.

THE END

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About Take Me Back

Long ago I went away were the first words that I wrote,

Pondering there, pencil in hand little lump in my throat,

The words they came so easily, trying hard to write them down,

Before I forgot just what to say, before they left my mind,

I never thought when I wrote this song that it would ever be,

A song that as been liked so well, enjoyed by so many,

Guess the title says it all and the words throughout the song,

Especially for those living away, that have been away so long,

Going away is a fact of life and the sorrow that it brings,

We try and find a way to stay but most times can’t do a thing,

Dreams we had they fade when we know that we can’t stay,

Few tears as we say goodbye then there’s nothing more to say

It’s been just a few years since I released this melody,

Stories and comments from those away, they mean so much to me,

They all pray to return again, they long to be back home,

And rest there forever more and never more to roam.

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Hockey day

With my black rubbers on I was gone for the pond,

It was hockey day in our little town,,

Black tape on my stick no helmet on my head

We were the roughest snot nose kids around.

We would spend most of the day, finding enough to play,

Looking for the puck out in the snow,

Crowd would gather “round most everyone in town,

Wool mitts and scarf’s to keep us from the cold.

After the puck was dropped it was always hard to stop,

From slipping all around out on the ice.

Some guys they acted tough and some were just a bluff,

And for that at times they would pay the price,

Yes I’m talking about a fight bloody nose and bloody mouth

From fist and sticks flying everywhere,

The girls they would cry when someone would hit their boy,

Some laughed as they ran away and swore.

Then a voice would ring out someone’s mom would shout

It’s supper time, time to come home,

The hockey game was done brag and argue about who won,

Half froze to death down the road we would go.

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What’s in this heart of mine

It’s hard to swallow feels that I want so much to share,

Pretend as if it’s just too late for the love no longer there,

Drifting on from day to day with the hurt that’s in my heart,

From something that is just no more and lives now torn apart,

Beneath these sheets I lay alone like I do every night,

I try hard not to miss you and I try with all my might,

The lonely empty feeling that I get from missing you,

Will no doubt haunt me for sometime like feelings often do,

They say the longest mile you’ll crawl is the one after you fall,

I ‘ve fallen oh so many times it’s so hard to bear it all,

Still I dream the day will come when you’ll be in my arms,

And all the pain and hurt inside will simple then be gone,

I find myself each and every day wondering what will I do,

It’s hard to think I’ll have to go on in this life without you,

I miss you more each and every day and I will for some time,

All because I cannot share what’s in this heart of mine.

©Peter Jacobs

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Nan

In her rocking chair she sits her apron on her lap,

Her hands gentle folded often drifting of to nap,

Her stories she tells over again every time I come to see,

She don’t recall telling them before she’s told everyone to me,

Her mind is slowly loosing track  ain’t what it used to be,

It often drifts back and forth and it’s hard for us to see,

It hurts to see someone so kind with such a kind ole soul,

Forget most all about her life and the people she as known,

She passes her day just sitting there guess there’s not much she can do,

A lifetime filled with memories but she remembers just a few,

She don’t recall our names no more but she can sing a song,

Seems the things that happened yesterday don’t stay in her mind long,

Sometimes it’s hard not to smile but we often do,

We wrap our arms around her neck and say Nan we all love you,

She smiles and says I love you too but I don’t know you are,

A loving heart but it’s so sad to see her mind drift of so far,

© Peter Jacobs 2010

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Where I Can Be Me

Not a wave on the water so peaceful and clear

Taken back by the silence with not even a care

Sitting high on this hill top looking out ‘cross the cove

A few things I hold dear the memories of home.

Reflection of sunshine it eases my mind

Puts my thoughts in motion I step back in time

Memories flowing of back in a day

Time seems to stand still and I wish it would stay

Upon the wind the seagulls they fly

Just like my emotions soaring up high

Everything is just right as a fine summer’s breeze

Puts waves on the water and rustles the leaves

The cloths on the line blowing in the wind

People out strolling taking time to drop in

Chat about the weather and things on the go

Smiles on their faces a sight to behold

I think to myself as I gaze down below

Why did I leave I could never let go

This is my home this town by the sea

It’s where I belong where I can be me.

© 2010

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The Place I Love To Be

Sitting here drifting back to a place I’d love to be

Thoughts they roll on through my mind seems they always follow me

The view I have from where I am don’t seem to sooth my soul

Rather be where I grew up oh where did the time go?

I miss the air the summer breeze as the waves crash on the shore

Sitting out in the evening time talking about the day before

the glow of sunshine on the hills seemed to make the time stand still

I long for the time I’ll move back home or if I ever will

I close my eyes just for awhile let my memories lead the way

Misty morning looking out just at the break of day

For a moment take a stroll with the voices in my head

To those places in my memory where I played as a kid

These thoughts of home are all I have I pray until I die

They follow me as I journey on I think back time to time

As long as I can take the time to sit her for awhile

And reminisce about time passed on always seems to make me smile

© Peter Jacobs



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Lest We Forget

The call it went out many years ago, men signed up both young and old,

To fight a war on a foreign land, to take the fight, to take a stand,

They left their homes said their goodbyes, Walked away with tear filled eyes,

Knowing that they may not return, the right to life they fought to earn,

Blood and death upon the land men have fallen, some lend a hand,

To help the wounded stay alive, no help for some they wait to die,

Side by side in trenches lay, the bombs they fall, the open graves,

The cries and screams fill the air, the darkness comes, day disappears,

The innocent ones that fall by the way, the rest prayed to god to live one more day,

Scared little faces with nowhere to run their loved ones all gone now left all alone,

Caught up in a war that raged on for years, hiding in shadows to help with their fears,

A struggle each day to just stay alive, they wait for the time when the bombing subsides,

Some take the time to write love ones back home, some men just wait, some sing songs,

A little note that they’re still alive, for some other loved ones letters never arrive,

With heavy hearts they wait for a sign, some little way to know they’re still alright,

They long for the day pray that it comes, when they all return, they all come home,

On Remembrance Day, wear a poppy with pride, remember those who gave their lives,

To make this world a better place so we could be free, we could be safe,

Remember those who go off to war, not sure if they will return once more,

And on this day lest we forget our fallen soldiers who we’ve laid to rest.

Peter Jacobs © 2010

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My Heart Is Home

We want to bid farewell but we know we have to go,

We hug and kiss and say goodbye and tears begin to flow,

Guess we all from time to time have to go away,

But that don’t make it easier and we pray that we don’t stay,

The sad faces of our moms our dads they seem to say so much,

Just remember to call back home and always stay in touch,

Home is where you make it at least that’s what they say,

But my home’s where my heart is and it’s home I want to stay,,

Peter Jacobs©2010

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Nans and Pops

I was looking through some photographs taken a long long time ago,

It kind of made me sad to think these folks they are no more,

The memories that were captured there from a time back in the past,

Didn’t seem that long ago and the time as went so fast,

Some things I remember like the grandparents that I had,

Use to go see them often and boy were they ever glad,

A slice of hot bread or little treat Nan always seemed to find,

Those slices oh they seemed so big in those tiny hands of mine,

I remember how quiet it use to be in their tiny little home,

The old clock ticking on the wall you could hear every little sound,

Rocking in her rocking chair while knitting throughout the day,

Something that she loved to do it helped pass time away,

Oh the stories pop would tell of the ways back in his time,

Sit and listen to him for hours with the visions in my mind,

Many hardships they did face the struggles sometimes were tough,

But they always found ways to make it through gave thanks to god above,

Watched them as they both grew old in their later years,

As a kid not knowing happy times would sometime turn to tears,

They have all passed on now only thoughts now in our minds,

Of growing up with Nan and pop back in happier times,

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