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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 things that I have left,
And I'll cherish them until my dying day.
And 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.
And I can hear the lonesome sound of that famous whistle blow,
As the Malakoff came steaming around the beach;
And my old dog Bud and I we would run down to the wharf,
And my father's smiling face again I 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, how 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 Bar Haven, Bonavista, Petty, Ford, and Kyle,
Havender and Oakdale and our favourite, Baccalieu.
And 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.
And thanking God that her children are all right.
