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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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The children they play on the beaches,
Unaware of the big world outside;
And on a hill overlooking the harbour,
They look on their whole world with pride.
In the morning they'd watch as the boats came in,
With their loads of fish from the sea;
They'd play on the wharf as the fishermen worked,
With a life so simple and free.
But never no more will they look o'er the bay,
Watch the fishermen tug on the line;
No never no more will they watch in the morn,
Hear the sound of the old church chime.
The young people look o'er the water,
Sometimes they sit there till dawn;
In frozen faces of sadness,
They wonder where their world has gone.
No more can they sail on the water,
Catch fish as their father before;
Yes, they're forced to leave their island,
Leave their boats tied up on the shore.
But never no more will they look o'er the bay,
Watch the fishermen tug on the line;
No never no more will they watch in the morn,
Hear the sound of the old church chime.
No never no more will they look o'er the bay,
Watch the fishermen tug on the line;
No never no more will they watch in the morn,
Hear the sound of the old church chime.