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Artist: Wince Coles
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By The Glow Of The Kerosene Light Lyrics - Singles - Wince Coles

I remember the time when my grandpa and I 

Would sit by the fire at night 

And I listened to stories of how he once lived 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

He said Mom and Dad send me off to school 

Where I learned how to read and to write 

And they listened for hours 

As I read from my books 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

Your grandma and I we were wed at 16 

Lord she was a beautiful sight 

And proudly I placed the ring on her hand 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

About one year later, your daddy was born 

And your grandma held my hand so tight 

On I cant tell the joy as she brought forth new life 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

But having her child, it did weaken her so 

She just wasnt up to the fight 

For she looked so peaceful she went to her rest 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

Then as now the times they were hard 

To succeed you would try all your might 

And sometimes love bloomed and sometimes dreams die 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

By the glow of the kerosene light. 

 

Shes made from wood 

But shes no ordinary boat sir 

Cut in the fall 

Seasons til mid winter is over 

See her high round bow 

And shes all tuck-ed under 

And from stem to stern 

Shes our Newfoundlands wonder 

 

I hear her one lunger pumping 

And I look to see her 

Disappear under the crest of a swell between us 

And she rises like a warrior 

To writhing lots of sunder 

And they see two men 

Who lay down under 

 

Where lonely men 

Whose days be numbered 

We owe our lives 

To the gifts from the water 

And for boats that go 

Come back some never 

But for all the boats that go 

They are Newfoundlands wonder 

 

For all the boats that go 

They are Newfoundlands wonder