I hear the train a’comin’
Comin round the bend
Ain’t seen the sunshine since
I don’t know when
But I’m stuck in Ferndale Prison
Time keeps draggin’ on
And I hear that lonesome whistle
I hang my head and moan.
I hear the train a’comin’
Comin round the bend
Ain’t seen the sunshine since
I don’t know when
But I’m stuck in Ferndale Prison
Time keeps draggin’ on
And I hear that lonesome whistle
I hang my head and moan.
isn’t that the one with the golf course in the Fraser Valley. i wonder if mr. m..or mr c.. would consider whacking those fancy balls of theirs around that course.if they bring their own balls then government should supply the clubs.c.j.g.of eroticalee,
I agree with c.i.q. above. Isn’t Ferndale the prison where Colin Thatcher relaxed (sorry – was incarcerated) for several years on a murder conviction? The “prison” where he could keep his horse for riding and practice golf in the afternoon?
isn’t that the one with the golf course in the Fraser Valley
Yeah, but no surf fishing – that’s Williams Head on Vancouver Island. Also has a wonderful amateur theatre group, although (true story!) productions were halted for a time when a prisoner used a prop (a casket, as I recall) as a boat to sail (temporarily) to freedom.
I’ve been to Ferndale prison (as a visitor). If Johnny was stuck there, he would have been relaxing in his cottage, watching the cars pass the unfenced manicured lawn, not hanging his head and moaning.