Make And Break Harbour
(专辑: Fogarty's Cove - 1977)
How still lies the
bay, in the
light western airs Which blow from the
crimson horizon Once more we tack home, with a
dry empty hold Saving gas with the
breezes so fair She's a
kindly Cape Islander, old but still sound But so lost in the
longliner's shadow Make and Break and make do, but the
fish are so few That she won't be replaced should she founder Now it's so hard to not think of before the
big war When the
cod went so cheap, but so plenty Foreign trawlers go by now with long-seeing eyes Taking all where we seldom take any And the
young folk don't stay with the
fisherman's ways Long ago they all moved to the
cities And the
ones left behind, old and tired and blind Won't work for a
pound, for a
penny In Make and Break Harbour the
boats are so few Too many are pulled up and rotten Most houses stand empty, old nets hung to dry Are blown away, lost, and forgotten Now I
can see the
big draggers have stirred up the
bay Leaving lobster traps smashed on the
bottom Can they think it don't pay to respect the
old ways That Make and Break men have not forgotten For we still keep our time to the
turn of the
tide And this boat that I
built with my father Still lifts to the
sky! The
"one lunger" and I
Still talk like old friends on the
water