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I recall when I was young the days of long ago,
The summers they were not so hot but the winters they were cold;
Somewhere there in no-man's land Nutak stood alone,
Waitin' for the ocean roar to greet the mornin' dawn.
It's just an island in the sea where no one lives today,
The whole town relocated to another town called Nain;
That was a long, long time ago when George was only one,
Seems like only yesterday when it used to be our home.
Just beyond the Torngat Mountains the old shack is still standing,
The wood is rotted on the roof and it's lettin' in the rain;
The windows are all boarded up, the sun shines through no more,
In that little town of Nutak in Northern Labrador.
Momma taught us how to read from the words of the holy book,
She taught us in both languages, English and Inuktitut;
Daddy worked for the Hudson Bay Fur Trading Company,
He worked from dawn until dusk to feed the family.
A little town just up a ways was struck by tragedy,
Like many more around the world they struggled desperately;
Those who were left in Okak could not live there no more,
Most of them moved to Nutak in Northern Labrador.
Just beyond the Torngat Mountains the old shack is still standing,
The wood is rotted on the roof and it's lettin' in the rain;
The windows are all boarded up, the sun shines through no more,
In that little town of Nutak in Northern Labrador.
Just beyond the Torngat Mountains the old shack is still standing,
The wood is rotted on the roof and it's lettin' in the rain;
The windows are all boarded up, the sun shines through no more,
In that little town of Nutak in Northern Labrador.
In that little town of Nutak in Northern Labrador.
