Stan Rogers
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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 long liner's shadow
Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few
That she won't be replaced should she founder

Now its 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 seeking 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
In 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


Mirror lyrics:

Still talk like old friends on the water
Still lifts to the sky, the "one lunger" and I
In this boat that I built with my father
For we still keep our time to the turn of the tide
That make and break men have not forgotten
Can they think it don't pay to respect the old ways
Leaving lobster traps smashed on the bottom
Now I can see the big draggers have stirred up the bay

Are blown away lost and forgotten
Most houses stand empty, old nets hung to dry
Too many are pulled up and rotten.
In Make and Break Harbour the boats are so few

Won't work for a pound, for a penny.
And the ones left behind old and tired and blind
Long ago they all moved to the cities
And the young folk don't stay with the fisherman's ways
Taking all where we seldom take any
Foreign trawlers go by now with long seeking eyes
When the cod went so cheap, but so plenty
Now its so hard to not think of before the big war

That she won't be replaced should she founder
Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few
But so lost in the long liner's shadow
She's a kindly cape islander, old but still sound
Saving gas with the breezes so fair
Once more we tack home, with a dry empty hold
Which blow from the crimson horizon
How still lies the bay, in the light western airs


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