The whistle blows across the town.
I hear it takes you back in time
When men and women worked away
And cleared the draggers night and day.
The whistle blew and time stood still.
My dad would hear that whistle drone
"Help him find his way back home."
She's steaming out 'the ship of dreams'
Hoping to come across anything.
Keep on trucking ol' make and break
As seagulls wait upon the wake.
Lift the anchor, set the course
Old fishermen with their hands of stone.
"Help them find their way back home."
Chorus:
Back home is like a dream.
I think you know just what I mean.
You grow up fast and then you're gone.
You stay away for much too long.
You awake to find that you're all alone.
You walk the winding road back home.
Do you think they'll wash away,
The rolling hills of Rocky Bay,
The rugged shoals far off the shore,
And Francis Samson's corner store.
I guess some things will never change.
I feel like I'm all alone.
"Help me find my way back home."
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