John Guy was the man who got it started,
He landed here in sixteen and ten;
It was in the heart of the summer,
And the hard work had just begun.
The tradesmen built a plantation,
And prepared for the winter to come;
They prayed to God that they would make it,
They all worked together as one.
And in Cupers Cove the sun was shining,
In Cupers Cove the time was right;
In Cupers Cove our history leads us
To a future that looks so bright.
Well they built a bark they called the Endeavour,
And sailed her off to Trinity;
To make contact with the Beothuks,
Their intentions were all friendly.
They exchanged gifts and they were excited,
For the trade could bring prosperity;
They broke bread and toasted the future,
To a good life in peace and harmony.
And in Cupers Cove the sun was shining,
In Cupers Cove the time was right;
In Cupers Cove our history leads us
To a future that looks so bright,
Looks so bright...
As the years went by we settled out in Burnt Head,
In Greenland, and Rip Raps for a while;
They were hardy fishermen and farmers,
They did what they could to survive.
For four hundred years our ancestors,
Have watched us carry on;
We got to keep the old ways and traditions,
Before they are lost and gone.
'Cause in Cupers Cove the sun was shining,
In Cupers Cove the time is right;
In Cupers Cove our history will lead us
To a future that looks so bright,
Looks so bright...