The Sea is a little darker, in Make and Break Harbour.
The wind blows cold, and fewer sails to fill.
No longer does the train go by a Nova Scotian home.
An' foreign ships still rape our coasts while fishing boats lie still.

We sift through broken promises
and unemployment lines.
See our children move away
and call from time to time.

The songs that you have left for us grow truer by the day,
it's almost like you never went away.

But I feel the storm building, blowing across the plains.
Driven hard by and eastward wind like its coming home again.
Carrying a Giant, I hear you laughing now.
As you pound your fist for the rain to fall on the fields behind the plow.

And the waves crash up against privateers wharf,
and the Hand of Franklin charts the course.
With the crash of thunder through the cold hard rain,
we'll see the giant rise again.

Your music still fills our veins, puts fire in our blood.
It's stood the test of time and change; and helped us rise above.
And the songs you have left for us grow truer by the day,
it's almost as if you never went away.

Lyrics submitted by Dawnbringer

Stan's Tune song meanings
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