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Me and Margaret grew up on the Southside,
Margaret's house was two doors down;
Across the bay, the city lay a stone's throw away,
Though we were wanted over there in town.
So, when the summer turned, we'd hike the dusty highway,
Out to where the sun would split the rocks, I swear;
We'd stand with our backs to the ocean spray,
Playing dangerous games of courage and dare.
Cape Spear, Cape Spear,
These would be moments we would savor;
Cape Spear to Cape Spear,
Time is but a face upon the water.
Standing here, I still recall the morning,
We awoke and Margaret had gone;
She hadn't run away, she wasn't taken by a wave, no, no, no,
it's not that kind of song.
There's enough of sad stories passed on down,
Where old men weep and fishers' widows wail;
Margaret and her maiden aunt only went to town,
Tides turn, the world turns 'round.
Cape Spear, Cape Spear,
Still I ply the dusty highway year after year, out to
Cape Spear to Cape Spear,
Time is but a face upon the water.
These eyes hardly recognize the Southside,
Margaret's house is gone, so is mine;
From where I watch the city glow, there's a seafood bistro,
And Margaret's house is a school of hair design.
Let the winds rush, let the waves wash away,
One's bound to get you one fine day;
For we are all only dreaming, I swear,
Playing dangerous games of courage and dare.
Cape Spear, Cape Spear,
These are the moments we will savor;
Cape Spear, Cape Spear,
We plied the highway year after year, out to
Cape Spear to Cape Spear,
Time is but a face upon the water.
