Words and Music by: CHRIS FRYE & RICHARD MOODY (SOCAN)
Let’s go down to that forgotten Beech Grove Run our hands over the smooth white bark We’ll leave our love there a-shining Long after day has turned to dark
Great grandma was born in Seal Cove, Grand Manan Not a shadow’s throw down the rock from her father’s fishing weir She moved out west to Rupert but through all her living days When she cried Atlantic salt flowed in her tears
From Dunseverick cliffs and caves to the frozen Outaouais And a townland home with a view on the steps the giant strode Over shifting seas and soil in sorrow and in dreams We are floating on the harvest they bestowed