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Not a day goes by that I don't sit and reminisce
About my childhood days in Fortune Bay;
Fond memories are the only thing that I have left,
And I'll cherish them until my dying day.
I can hear my mama singing Seven Years I Loved The Sailor,
Maiden's Prayer, and The Tiny Red Light,
Sitting in her rocking chair, looking through that kitchen window,
Thanking God that her children are all right.
I can hear the lonesome sound of that famous whistle blow,
As the Malakoff came steaming 'round the beach;
My old dog, Bud and I we would run down to the wharf,
And my father's smiling face again I'd see.
Now, sometimes I've asked myself why did I leave
That place that means all the world to me?
Maybe someday I'll return to the land of my birth,
Oh, happy my poor heart it would be.
The steamer played a big part of my childhood days,
The only link to the mainland that we knew;
The Barhaven, Bonavista, Petty, Ford, and Kyle,
Havender and Oakdale and our favourite, Bacalieu.
I can still hear my mama singing Seven Years I Loved The Sailor,
Maiden's Prayer, and The Tiny Red Light,
Sitting in her rocking chair, looking through that kitchen window,
Thanking God that her children are all right.
Johnny Drake, along with Tom Rose of Bay du Nord, NL, co-founded The Dorymen in 1969.
