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 splashing home from the Grand Banks

The last lies done in the harbor 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



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And haul away and heave her home

This song is heard no more

No boats to sing it for

No sailors 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



CHORUS



(Repeat first verse)