There were songs I learned as a child, either sung by my father to us at bedtime, or sung at hoots at our house in the Puget Sound area. Acres of Clams (The Old Settler Song) and a couple of songs written by Stan James to do with the beach. And songs like The Golden Vanity, I could really visualize that young man diving off the boat and boring holes in the other. The song with the Miller's daughter "swimming" after her jealous sister drowned her (the names of all of these will come back to me after I think about it a little) and so many others. The Jolly Rogues of Lynn. Etc. All come with well-fleshed out pictures in my mind's eye.

I think it's because I learned them as a child.