[Intro]
[Verse]
Not a boat in Peter s River or in all Saint Mary s Bay
The fishermen in rubber boots are staying home today
Hanging out the laundry or hang out in the store
And the Little Boats of Newfoundland are idle on the shore
The men of Peter s River are just barely getting by
And the boats of Peter s River have their bottoms to the sky
[Verse]
The wives of Peter s River are taking up the slack
The fisheries have ended, and it s never coming back
Sell a little knitting, set some broody hens
No sooner does a hard day end, another one begins
The wives of Peter s River are too strong to sit and cry
And the boats of Peter s River have their bottoms to the sky
[Verse]
The boys of Peter s River are bright as boys can be
Their eyes are on the highway instead of on the sea
Where their fathers went before them, is not where they must go
And the fate of Peter s River is not for us to know
The boys of Peter s River are too young to wonder why
And the boats of Peter s River have their bottoms to the sky
[Verse]
The storms of Peter s River have pounded us for years
Crashing in the harbour and smashing up the piers
We ve ridden out these storms before by shooting at our boats
But we know this storm is different and we cannot stay afloat
There s no nets in Peter s River, laying out to dry
And the boats of Peter s River have their bottoms to the sky
There s no nets in Peter s River, laying out to dry
And the boats of Peter s River have their bottoms to the sky
