Lyrics
The wind blows a kiss of salt and mist
As the fisherman heads for the shore
From the first break of dawn 'till sun set its rays
he's pulled lines, now he's shaking and sore
The sea has been home for 70 years, and he loves it no less than the first
The love in his gaze as the hull skims the waves
Tells a story no man could ever write
And his broken voice stirs the evening air
as the seagulls beckon for more
"Bury me then, when I've drawn my last breath
By my true love,
on the shore"
The cliffs tower above as they plunge into the deep
and the fishermen heads for his home
The wind has brought its fury, like an unforgiving jury
The cold rains bite deep into the flesh
But he laughs and he sings, as if borne upon the wings,
of a seabird flying overhead
"if they offered me the sun and beaches of sand,
not even then would I forsake Newfoundland"
He returns to his home where's tired and alone
throws firewood into the stove
He looks at a picture of Mary, his love, and the lifetime of tales they wove
But he hears not her voice, no he hears not her voice
in the dawn anymore
it's been twenty years since they buried her on the shore
