Fisherman’s Wharf Stan Rogers

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 thrashing home from the Grand Banks
The last lays done in the harbour sun
With her picture on a dime
But I have 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 sails 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