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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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It was on a clear, cold day in March,
The harbour white with sails,
And stately ships were sailin' out the bay;
A sailor lad stood on the quay, with a wistful eye he gazed,
For a sailor in his heart he longed to be;
An old tar rose from a sitting place,
'Twas a boy and he knew his thoughts,
And this is what the old tar had to say:
You'd better stay at home, lad, and to the sea don't go,
For the sea's not always smooth, lad, you're not old enough to know;
The sea's not always smooth, lad, and the weather's not always clear,
You'd better stay at home, my lad, and wait a few more years.
It was on a clear, cold day like this when first I went to sea;
Not knowing what the future held in store;
The best years of my life are spent, and I am growing old,
And now my cup of sorrow runneth o'er;
Perhaps you have a sweetheart like I had years ago,
And from her side you would not wish to part;
And think of dear old mother, too late, too late to cry,
When mother's dead, and you have broke her heart.
You'd better stay at home, lad, and to the sea don't go,
For the sea's not always smooth, lad, you're not old enough to know;
The sea's not always smooth, lad, and the weather's not always clear,
You'd better stay at home, my lad, you're happy and safer here.
You'd better stay at home, my lad, you're happy and safer here.