Oh Parksville Road

The bags of my son, are all packed and done
To board the buses and go
As I say my goodbye, I tell him with pride
The beauty of times that I'd known

The line ups and games we played every day
A life of learning and joy
On late Friday nights, with Chayus and life
An evening filled with song

Oh, Parksville Road, how I miss you so
To get what we had is impossible
I can work, I can try, to tell you goodbye
But, your memories will always be mine

Dear Gan Yisroel, now that I'm old
I know that those times were so valuable
This feeling of yearning can only mean
Camp also misses me

Summer's now gone; my son has come home
His spirit alive and strong
It's clear that this gift of learning and joy
In him you've passed along

Oh, Parksville road, how I miss you so
To get what we had is impossible
I can work, I can try, to tell you goodbye
But, your memories will always be mine

Dear Gan Yisroel, now that I'm old
I know that those times were so valuable
This feeling of yearning can only mean
Camp also misses me



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Writer(s): Mendy Dubov
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