House of Athol

In the house of Athol
Down the Sandy street not far from the beach
That four story house of five families
the ones that held the town in their hands

There in the part of the yard that is shaded most of the year
 that part of the garden still yields gooseberries and flowers
as if from love alone and not sunlight
As if grand Athol was blessed even in dark times

The uneven and twisting streets of the small town didn't impede the love idea
Builders were invited to sweep the dust away and build something great
Athol and the families created the city and it's greatness
The wine tasted sweeter at sunset and calluses grew around the crystal glassware

For everything in the city was abundant
Even shaded consciences seem to improve by Athol's blessing
Even bad intentions were forgotten
City of dusty roads, of the seaside and peace