Stan's Tune Songtext

von Bruce Guthro

Stan's Tune

The sea's a little darker
In make and break harbor
The wind blows cold,
With fewer sails to fill

No longer does the train go by
Your Nova Scotian home
The foreign ships still rape our coast
While our fishing boats lie still

We sift through broken promises
And unemployment lines
See our children move away
And call from time to time

The songs that you have left for us
They grow truer by the day
Almost like you never went away

But I feel a storm building
Blowing cross the Plains
Driven hard by an eastward wind
Like it's coming home again

Carring a giant
I hear you laughing now
As you pound your fist for the rain to fall
On the fields behind the plow
And the waves crash up against Privateers wharf
And the hand of Franklin chats the course
With a crash of thunder
Through the cold hard rain
We see the giant rise again

And you music still fills our veins
Puts fire in our blood
It stood the test of time and change
And helped us rise above
And the songs that you have left for us
They grow truer by the day
Almost like you never went away

So how often have you wandered
From that land of distant thunder
To help to guide a heart and hand
To help to craft a song
Or danced upon a fiddler's knee
Or on a bow in open sea
And felt the north wind on your face
And called to bring her on

Tonight the evening sun will set
Down in the western sky
And we'll lock our doors in from the storm
Where souls and spirits fly
And somewhere in the darkness
A candle lights the way
Almost like you never went away