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We are singing for fishermen,
We're from Newfoundland;
The ocean is our way of life,
An island, our homeland.
We are singing for fishermen,
They're family and friends;
May tomorrow bring plenty, my son,
May the catch be yours again.
The ocean is a desert now,
Lifeless like the moon;
The boats are tied up at the wharf,
They won't be out this June.
Where the plants have closed down one by one,
There's nothing left to do;
We're so far away, but we think of home,
And our prayers go out for you....
We are singing for fishermen,
We're from Newfoundland;
The ocean is our way of life,
An island, our homeland.
We are singing for fishermen,
They're family and friends;
May tomorrow bring plenty, my son,
May the catch be yours again.
Was it overfishing or oversight?
The ocean can be cruel;
Was it fate that caused this tragedy?
Mother nature is no fool.
Well, better days, we hope and pray,
Will come again real soon;
And the fishermen will sail again,
When the boats go out in June....
We are singing for fishermen,
We're from Newfoundland;
The ocean is our way of life,
An island, our homeland.
We are singing for fishermen,
They're family and friends;
May tomorrow bring plenty, my son,
May the catch be yours again.
May tomorrow bring plenty, my son,
May the catch be yours again....
