Many years ago, more than I care to remember, my mum had 7″ (45 rpm) vinyl record of Galveston by Glen Campbell. I loved it and played it on an almost continual loop (remember when you could leave the arm up on a record player and the record would play on repeat?).
I probably drove my parents mad.
Never in my wildest imagination did I ever expect to visit Galveston, Texas.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin’,
I still see her dark eyes glowin’.
She was 21 when I left Galveston.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing’
While I watch the cannons flashing.
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston.
I still see her standing by the water,
Standing there lookin’ out to sea.
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run.
Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying.
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston.
Galveston, I’ll be back in the summertime and will be bringing my bathers.