Fisherman's Wharf

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 thrashing home from the Grand Banks.
The last lies done in the harbour 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?
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 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?
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 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.
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.
I have 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?