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Surrounded by rough waters just west of Baccalieu,
There's a place called Bell Island, where things are so blue;
There's an ore mine on the Island, that broke the hearts of men,
When they saw the mines close down and never work again.
These people they've seen hard times but not so hard as this,
They knew they had to leave a homeland they knew they would miss;
The government gave them money and with help from God above,
They slowly left the Island, the homeland that they loved.
A picture of them leaving was of sadness and of pain,
A picture of the people who worked but all in vain;
Oh, God, give me the power to change the time some way,
And let them live their lives again back home in Conception Bay.
As I sat on the cliffside, overlooking Conception Bay,
I could see that big ferry that would take the people far away;
Sadness fills the air as the people board the boat,
As I wave goodbye to my friends, a lump comes to my throat;
As the ferry moves out to sea, I know they are prayin they'll find,
A place like Bell Island, that they're leavin' far behind.
A picture of them leaving was of sadness and of pain,
A picture of the people who worked but all in vain;
Oh, God, give me the power to change the time some way,
And let them live their lives again back home in Conception Bay,
And let them live their lives again back home in Conception Bay.
