The Jeannie C. -
Words & Music by Stan Rogers (March 1978)
(I like singing this one for Dad)
Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C.
And my living has been taken
I'll go to sea no more
We set out this day in the bright sunrise
The same as any other
My son and I and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother
I'll go to sea no more
Now it's well you know what the fishing has been
It's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod,
And we sang and we laughed like fools
I'll go to sea no more
I'll never know what it was we struck
But strike we did like thunder
John Price gave a cry and pitched overside
Now it's forever he's gone under
I'll go to sea no more
A leak we've sprung, let there be no delay
If the Jeannie C. we're saving
John Price is drown'd and slip'd away
So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
I'll go to sea no more
But no leak I found from bow to hold
No rock it was that got her
But what I found made my heart stop cold
For every seam poured water
I'll go to sea no more
My God, I cried, as she went down
That boat was like no other
My father built her when I was nine
And named her for my mother
I'll go to sea no more
And sure I could have another made
In the boat shop down in Dover
But I would not love the keel they laid
Like the one the waves roll over
I'll go to sea no more
So come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C.
And my whole life has been taken
I'll go to sea no more.
Atlantic Blue
Ron Hynes
http://www.atlanticartists.com/songs/atlanticblue.html
This one always makes me think of Debbie.
What colour is a heartache
From a love lost at sea
What shade of memory never fades
But lingers to eternity
How dark is the light of the day
That sleepless eyes of mine survey
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold as you
How is one heart chosen
To never lie at peace
How many moments remain
Is there not one of sweet release
And who's the stranger at my door
To haunt my dreams forever more
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold as you (as you)
I lie awake in the morning
As the waves wash on the sand
I hold my hurt at bay
I hold the lives of his children in my hands
And who's plea will receive no answer
Who's cry is lost upon the wind
Who's the voice so familiar
Whispers my name as the night comes in
And who's wish never fails to find
My vacant heart on Valentines
Is that you Atlantic blue
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold
My heart is as cold as you
As you
As you
My Heart's In The Highlands
Robert Burns (January 25, 1759 – July 21, 1796)
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
This is the version on Timeframe (1990).
One of my favourite Nova Scotia bands.
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