Check out this cool but sad ¬†folk song about Great Harbour Deep Newfoundland by Shanneyganock Recorded live at the St. John’s Arts and Culture Center.

The song tells the story about the displacement of the small out port community of Great Harbour Deep on the Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland. The community – which was only accessible by water or bush plan – saw federal funding cut to the town after the cod moratorium. Millions were spent to relocate the last residents, read the lyrics here:

There’s lumber and rusty old nails by the door,
We’ll board up these houses and live here no more;
And even the gulls won’t come up from the shore,
‘Cause they know all the people are leavin’.

There’s Tucker and Darcy and Skipper Tom Brown,
They pulled up the boats and a-battened them down;
She’s another soul here that is stuck to the ground,
Everything’s still as a tombstone.

We’ll move to the city, we’ll pay for our homes,
If the town was a body, it would be skin and bones;
What of the men we left here in the ground,
Who died breathin’ life in that town?
The dreams of our fathers will die in their sleep,
When they put out the lights in Great Harbour Deep.

Things were much better when I was a lad,
When two workin’ hands were all a man had;
The sea was our mother, she called us from land,
But now she seems like a stranger.

It’s funny, they say there’s no cod anymore,
But they find them in restaurants
and all the fine stores;
And thank God who said, stay away from our shores,
The foreigners must need the money.

So we’ll move to the city, they pay for our homes,
If the town was a body, it would be skin and bones;
What of the men who we left here in the ground,
Who died breathin’ life in that town?
The dreams of our fathers all died in their sleep,
When they put out the lights in Great Harbour Deep.

They’re down at the powerhouse,
they’ll soon throw the switch,
That will send us the darkness as black as the pitch;
And some guy up in Ottawa, that son-of-a-bitch,
In his own bed tonight he’ll be keepin’.

So I’ll say my goodbyes to the rocks and the trees,
And I’ll walk through this splendour whenever I please;
Though the only way back here will be in my dreams,
Ya can’t stop a fella from sleepin’.

So we’ll move to the city, we’ll pay for our homes,
If the town was a body, it would be skin and bones;
What of the men we left here in the ground,
Who died breathin’ life in that town?
The dreams of our fathers all died in their sleep,
When they put out the lights in Great Harbour Deep.

Now there stands the city with wide-open arms,
And I’m sure now to some, well,
she does hold her charms;
There’s prostitutes, drug dealers, strip joints and bars,
What a great place for raisin’ your children.

So, we moved to the city, they pay for our homes,
After all this old town was just skin and bones;
And we left them old men who died in the ground,
Who died giving life to that town;
The dreams of our fathers all died in their sleep,
When they put out the lights in Great Harbour Deep.

We’ll sink in the city, we’ll pay for our homes,
If this town was a body, it would be skin and bones;
What of the men we left here in the ground,
Who died breathing life in that town?
The dreams of our fathers all died in their sleep,
When they put out the lights in Great Harbour Deep.

The ocean stands watchin’, the vigil she’ll keep,
She’s the only one left now in Great Harbour Deep.

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