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Lobster, haddock, pollock, cod,
The seasons come and go;
From early morn till eventide,
Our lives move to and fro.
And it's Tom Cod and Shoal Place,
And Frying Pan and yonder;
In breezes fair or heavy fog,
Our humble boats do wander.
We cast our nets and haul them in,
Give thanks for blessings reaped;
Catching sight of land once more,
In love our hearts are steeped.
Seagulls circling high above,
Such a view of life!
In our minds we fly with them,
And soon forget our strife.
Boats hauled upon the shore,
Time to have a rest;
Memories surface now and then,
Those days they were the best.
My life has been so rich and full,
A gift from God above;
I'd like to thank you each and all,
For your laughter and your love.
My story now has reached its end,
But be of gentle sorrow;
A brand new story lights itself,
With the coming of tomorrow.
Recorded in the CBC Studio, St. John's, on Monday, 17 March, 2002, by David Francey, backed by Dave Clarke on guitar and Jim Payne on accordion, for a CBC compilation of All For A Song recordings.
Note: Tom Cod, Shoal Place, and Frying Pan are names of inshore fishing grounds on Nova Scotia's east coast.
