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As we come into the harbour,
Houses edge into our view;
Some have been here for a hundred years,
Some maybe even two.
As darkness falls on the footpaths
Of man and beast alone;
Hung o'er this age of sail, the big jet trails
Are silhouetted by the moon.
It was back in '67,
They tore us all apart;
Lost the school, the church, the general store,
Places fused to every heart.
Tore the soul out of this island,
No more reasons for the rest to stay;
And just like Morley, their doors were bolted,
And they just moved away.
Morley's going to the mainland,
And he's leaving tomorrow;
There are windows to be boarded up,
And the friendship cup
Passes 'round 'neath the summer moon.
Morley's going to the mainland,
And there will be some sorrow;
But he'll keep his poise and say,
"Thank-you, boys,
And I'll see you someday soon."
Now these houses are just for summer rest,
And a peek into the past;
And for a hundred a night you can catch a brief sight
Of a way that couldn't last.
And when the sun is high tomorrow
Over Morley's weathered stage;
A few will wave goodbye with a tear in their eye,
And turn another outport page.
Morley's going to the mainland,
And he's leaving tomorrow;
There are windows to be boarded up,
And the friendship cup
Passes 'round 'neath the summer moon.
Morley's going to the mainland,
And there will be some sorrow;
But he'll keep his poise and say,
"Thank-you, boys,
And I'll see you someday soon."
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Stage - An elevated platform on the shore with working tables, sheds, etc, where fish are landed and processed for salting and drying, and fishing gear and supplies are stored; fishing stage.
