Stan Rogers - Fiserman's Wharf - Текст песни

It was in the spring this year of grace


With new life pushing through


That I looked from the citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to


I saw Upper-Canadian concrete and glass


right down to the water line


I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf


Can I sing it just one time


With half-closed eyes against the sun


for the warm wind giving thanks


I dreamed of the years of the deep laden schooners splashing home from the Grand Banks


The last lies done in the harbor sun


With her picture on a dime


But I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf


Can I sing it just one time


Can I sing it just one time


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And haul away and heave her home


This song is heard no more


No boats to sing it for


No sailors to sing it for


There rises now a single tide of tourists passing through


We traded old ways for the new


Old ways for the new


Old ways for the new, for the new


Now you ask "What's this romantic boy,


Who laments what's done and gone?"


There was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song


But my fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime


And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf


Can I sing it just one time


CHORUS


(Repeat first verse)