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There are many tales and stories been passed down through the days,
Of hearty men who sailed the seas, a lifetime on the waves;
They fished along this shoreline, been pounded by the sea,
Sometimes the coast of Labrador to try and make ends meet.
Withered by the cold north wind, the men lost in a storm,
A couple more guys just last year, not far from their home;
No one knows what happened, like many times before,
They take their lives in their hands each time they leave the shore.
A lifetime struggle, trying to make it through,
Like their fathers before them, it was all they ever knew;
The old boats been hauled up now, left to rot upon the shore,
Broken down with the passing time, never to sail no more.
A lifetime struggle, trying to make it through,
Like their fathers before them, it was all they ever knew;
The old boats been hauled up now, left to rot upon the shore,
Broken down with the passing time, never to sail no more.
Sometimes he walks down on the wharf, and the younger ones come in,
They chat about the catch they have, lend a hand as best he can;
That's all he has to do now, his time has come and gone,
He's made his mark back in his day, now it's their turn to go on.
A lifetime struggle, trying to make it through,
Like their fathers before them, it was all they ever knew;
The old boats been hauled up now, left to rot upon the shore,
Broken down with the passing time, never to sail no more.
A lifetime struggle, trying to make it through,
Like their fathers before them, it was all they ever knew;
The old boats been hauled up now, left to rot upon the shore,
Broken down with the passing time, never to sail no more.
Broken down with the passing time, never to sail no more.
Recorded by Peter Jacobs (Take Me Back, trk#4. 2007, produced at Sweet Music Studios, Springdale, NL).
