Fisherman's Wharf

It was in the spring this year of grace
 With new life pushing through
 That I looked from the citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to
 I saw Upper-Canadian concrete and glass
 right down to the water line
 I have heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
 Can I sing it just one time
 With half-closed eyes against the sun
 for the warm wind giving thanks
 I dreamed of the years of the deep laden schooners splashing home from the Grand Banks
 The last lies done in the harbor sun
 With her picture on a dime
 But I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
 Can I sing it just one time
 Can I sing it just one time
 CHORUS:
 And haul away and heave her home
 This song is heard no more
 No boats to sing it for
 No sailors to sing it for
 There rises now a single tide of tourists passing through
 We traded old ways for the new
 Old ways for the new
 Old ways for the new, for the new
 Now you ask "What's this romantic boy,
 Who laments what's done and gone?"
 There was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song
 But my fathers knew of wind and tide, and my blood is maritime
 And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
 Can I sing it just one time
 CHORUS
 (Repeat first verse)