French Shore. . When I was a young man, just barely 14. craving adventure and lore. I boarded a clipper me dad was a skipper. and sailed it along the French shore ya,.
I'm on the bus, I'm in the back. Hand on my bag, head on the glass. I'm watching signs, I'm losing track. I don't think I'm ever coming back. At every stop, check my phone.
It's of a bold young smuggler. From Fortune he did sail. He rode the waves from St. Pierre. And never saw the jail. . He filled her up with contraband.
There's lots of fish in Bonavish Harbor. Lots of fish right in around here. Boys and girls are fishing together. 45 from Carbanier. . Catch a hold this one, catch a hold that one.
Slowely came these words to me. Simple and plain and true. Shelter me when winter winds blow. Only your arms will do. . Follow me, follow me, follow me back.
I stand in my doorway as the moon rises high. Over glorious ocean, reflects the bright sky. My heart it is aching, so much I could die. I've known only the ocean, since I was a boy.
Our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie. She's already rigged to be bound for the ice. All you lads of the Southern, we will have you to beware.
I had a dream I was moving forward. Floating gently to the sun. I've come to see my world rewarded. A new day has begun. . A lost bird caught in mid-migration.
From the first "Hello" you gave to me. I've done nothin' else but smile. And I know you're in a hurry. But it's gonna take a while. . So forgive me if we go slow.
Well it was on this monday morning. And the day be calm and fine. A harbour grace excursion. With the boys who had the time. And just before the sailor.
Everything shines. Everything shines. Everything shines. . Hey, come this May. We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart.
We were far from the shores of England. Far from our children and wives. To play our hand in the Newfoundland. Where the wind cuts like a knife. We were far from the shores of England.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. . That's great, it starts with an earthquake.
What do you do with a drunken sailor,. What do you do with a drunken sailor,. What do you do with a drunken sailor,. Earl-eye in the morning!. CHORUS:.
Set off for America far across the ragin' sea. From the frozen coves of my island home. To the land of liberty. I have to leave my girl behind. Until I make my way.
Way hey and away we go. Donkey riding, donkey riding. Way hey and away we go. Ridin' on a donkey. . Way hey and away we go. Donkey riding, donkey riding.
Pushin' out the thorns. Lettin' in the sun. Try to struggle free. Of your gravity. Measured our time in cigarette stains. And our teeth are callused with thick layers of milk.
Everyone's trying to hide their love. Ambition that they glibly speak of. Late at night, you're a white knight. . Well I know, I know, I know. I've never seen you like this before.
I don't wanna go home!. Don't bring the lights up, don't ring the bell.. Once the whistle has blown;. God only knows when we'll meet here again!. . Tell the band not to stop,.
The city yawns and stretches. There's songs to sing. With the voice of elder and the young ones slept. Heavy eyes that see clear but can still dream. And this feeling irks me.