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?

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?

CHORUS:
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 
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?

CHORUS

(Repeat 1st verse)