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On the first day of September, as the second day grew near,
On a flight bound to Geneva, never knowin' any fear;
As they waved to all their loved ones, to the terminal they drove,
Never knowin' what would happen off the shores of Peggy's Cove.
A little place in Nova Scotia where they say they'll fish no more,
Where there's wreckage, bits and pieces lying on the ocean floor;
And in my mind there are no doubts, the amount these people drove,
One time to Nova Scotia just to visit Peggy's Cove.
The pilot Zimmerman had the time, I'm sure he must have prayed,
The captain has to live with fear but not to be afraid;
All the passengers and crew, may God have mercy on their souls,
In the cold Canadian waters off the shores of Peggy's Cove.
A little place in Nova Scotia where they say they'll fish no more,
Where there's wreckage, bits and pieces lying on the ocean floor;
And in my mind there are no doubts, the amount these people drove,
One time to Nova Scotia just to visit Peggy's Cove.
[Spoken]
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking,
I hope you're all enjoying your flight on Swissair;
We're now flying over New Brunswick, Canada.
Because we are experiencing some difficulties,
We are flying at an altitude of 20,000 feet,
And we'll be landing in Halifax, Nova Scotia shortly.
In the meantime, fasten your seat belts, relax, and have a pleasant trip.
Two hundred and twenty-nine are gone, a dead man tells no tales,
How did they go we'll never know when a voice recorder fails;
To your mothers and your fathers, to your husbands and your wives,
To your sons and to your daughters, the most precious in your lives.
A little place in Nova Scotia where they say they'll fish no more,
Where there's wreckage, bits and pieces lying on the ocean floor;
And in my mind there are no doubts, the amount these people drove,
One time to Nova Scotia just to visit Peggy's Cove.
The memory will always be as the tourists gather there,
September we remember how flight one-one-one's were there;
Ah, but all through life we should never take for silver or for gold,
Just think of what had happened off the shores of Peggy's Cove.
A little place in Nova Scotia where they say they'll fish no more,
Where there's wreckage, bits and pieces lying on the ocean floor;
And in my mind there are no doubts, the amount these people drove,
One time to Nova Scotia just to visit Peggy's Cove.
One time to Nova Scotia just to visit Peggy's Cove.
Peggy's Cove... Peggy's Cove... Peggy's Cove...