Beach Haven Eliza Gilkyson

The wind blows fairly, sit down cold this morning
But the wind and weather aren’t my enemy
My enemy is my landlord who won’t board them
‘Cause he chose to live his sad life separately

So, as pretty as you think you are, Beach Haven
As pretty as you almost look to me
Your weakly shadowed windows looking down upon us
Could be filled with smiling faces, can’t you see?

And we could shake hands together and get together
And walk together and talk together
And sing together and dance together
And work together and play together

This hateful fuel that poisons you like red, stale, old whiskey
It poisons you and then it poisons me
Tear down these race hate blocks, rip out this strangling red tape
Let’s find out what Beach Haven could be

And we could shake hands together and get together
And walk together and talk together
And sing together and dance together
And work together and play together

Some woman walks alone against the headwind
Her and her man just longing for a home
All they want is some place they can raise their kids
In a welcome place to finally call their own