Go To Sea Once More
Mark Roberts
full recording coming soon
Waves are rolling on the ocean
As the tide comes rushing in
I watch the trawlers leave the harbour
Wish that I could go to sea again
Mighty ships once rode the gales out
Where the pleasure boats now only go
Can they really know the ocean?
Wish that I could go to sea once more
All my life's been on the ocean
Feel the comber's mighty roar
Haulin' trawl as teh waves rise and fall
Wish that I could go to sea once more
Evening shadows on the harbor
The crash of waves upon the shore
Seabirds crying in the darkness
Wish that I could go to sea once more
In the morning haul the anchor
Hoist her sails and chart your course
Our schooner’s headed for the grand banks
Wish that I could go to sea once more
All my life's been on the ocean
Feel the comber's mighty roar
Haulin' trawl as teh waves rise and fall
Wish that I could go to sea once more
Our way of life is all but ended
For steam and diesel beat the wind
Trawlers nets replace the hand lines
Wish that I could go to sea again
Cod flakes all now stand abandoned
Busted gear all lines the shore
I’ll haul my kit home from the schooner
Wish that I could go to sea once more
All my life's been on the ocean
Feel the comber's mighty roar
Haulin' trawl as teh waves rise and fall
Wish that I could go to sea once more
Now that I am old and tired
Younger men now fish the Labrador
I sit and watch them leave the harbour
And Wish that I could go to sea once more
So when my race is finally over
And death has won the final hand
Bury me amidst the breakers
Don’t break my heart and leave me there on land
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Anam Cara
Bill Doucet
I’ve always believed in you, Anam Cara
Even though I’ve never seen your face
I think I’ve known you since the day I was born
You’re the one I’ve waited for
Have you been waiting for me, Anam Cara
Can you feel that missing piece deep in your heart
Is there room for me there my Anam Cara
Will you let me play a part
I’ve oft’ imagined what it would be like
To meet that someone with whom
To share my life, and walk the road
Who’ll take my hand and lead me home
We’ll sit on the front porch swing, Anam Cara
Sit and talk for hours without ‘ere a word
We’ll know each other my Anam Cara
One look from you and I’ll be home
And when we’re 85, Anam Cara
Old and grey and barely even there
You’ll still be the one for me, my Anam Cara
Still the one that I adore
I’ve oft’ imagined what it would be like
To meet that someone with whom
To share my life, and walk the road
Who’ll take my hand and lead me home |