It's four a.m. and the wind's kind of hard today
But they'll go out anyway
Against the deck the waves are hitting strong
The wives will have to pray

The daring ones will sail out to sea
Risking their lives, brave and free
And through the storm their faith will keep them strong
And bring them back where they belong

Home free

The channel rumbles and groans to the frail boats
That dare to leave the coast
So many died down the road, down the road of time
Leaving nothing but tears behind

The daring ones will sail out to sea
Risking their lives, brave and free
And through the storm their faith will keep them strong
And bring them back where they belong

Home free

Far on the site the men will work and pray
For the catch of the day
Piling the traps, pulling the ropes 
A flock of seagulls break the peace of the newborn day

Hours later the cages are packed on the deck
There goes the working day
Packing the trucks, back on the road, back to Pointe-Sapin
There goes the fishing day

The daring ones will sail out to sea
Risking their lives, brave and free
And through the storm their faith will keep them strong
And bring them back where they belong

Home free
Home free