FISHERMAN'S WHARF

It was   in_ the spring_ this   year of   grace_ with_   new l  ife pushing thro  ugh_

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 l  ine_

And I   heard an old song_ down on   Fisherman's Wharf_

Can I   sing it ju  st_   one time_

With   half closed eyes_   against the   sun_ for the   warm w  ind giving   thanks_

I   dreamed_ of the years_ of the   deep-laden schooners thrashing home_   from the Grand Bank  s_     

The   last lies done_ in the   harbour   sun_ with her   picture_ on a d  ime_

But I   heard an old song_ down on   Fisherman's Wharf_

Can I   sing it ju  st_   one time_  Ca  n I sing i  t ju  st_ one time_

    Then   haul_   away   and    heave  _ her    home_ this song_ is   heard no more_

No   boats_ to sing it   for_

No   sails_  to sing it   for_    

  There   rises   now a          sin_-  gle  ti  de_ of tourists_ p  assing through_

We traded   old ways_ for the   new_

  Old ways_ for the   new_    Old ways_ for the   new_

For the  |  ne  w__     |             | 

Now you   ask "What's this Ro  mantic   boy_ who   laments what's   done and gone  _

There was   no romance on a   cold winter ocean and the   gales 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_  Can I   sing it just_   one   time_

    Then   haul_   away   and    heave  _ her    home_ this song_ is   heard no more_

No   boats_ to sing it   for_

No   sails_  to sing it   for_    

  There   rises   now a          sin_-  gle  ti  de_ of tourists_ p  assing through_

We traded   old ways_ for the   new_

  Old ways_ for the   new_    Old ways_ for the   new_

For the  |  ne  w__     |             | 

So 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_  

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

Can I   sing it just_   one   time_  Can I   sing it just_   one   time_

Can I   sing it just_   one   time_  Can I   sing it just_   one   time_