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I still get up before the day breaks,
And I still walk down to the shore;
I watch the sun rise from the eastern ocean,
But I don't sail to meet it anymore.
How could they have let this happen?
We saw it coming years ago;
The greedy ships kept getting bigger and bigger,
And the sonar told them where to go.
Last night I dreamed that I was sailing,
Out on the Sea of Galilee;
We cast our nets upon the waters,
And Jesus pulled them in with me.
Where am I gonna go now?
What about this boat I own?
What about this old piano?
What about my father's bones?
Someone sang an old sea shanty,
And Nealy told a mainland joke;
Kelly cursed and swore until his voice gave out,
And then he asked me for a smoke.
And then he took his father's shotgun,
Walked to the harbour, through the town;
He fired fourteen times, woke everyone up,
And we all watched that boat go down.
SOCAN songwriter of the year 1994.
