The Boy From The Bay

You can take the boy from the bay

But you can't take the bay from the boy

No matter what else you find these hands to do

I've got fisherman's blood in my veins

And a fisherman's mind that can never be changed

Because there's nothin' else on earth

That I'd rather do

Then to ride the waves across the bay

With the wind blowing through my hair

And to feel the rhythm of the sea

And to taste the salty air

I want to bend my rod on northern cod

And thank the LORD each day

For giving me the heart and soul

Of a boy from the bay

You can take my job away from me

By closing down this fishery

But you will never erase

The memories I once knew

I've been fishing for cod, nearly all of my life

With two children and a fisherman's wife

And they understand the things

That I need to do

Now my sons are working overtime

In the oil patch industry

Where the boats they own

Don't rock and roll no more

And where the seagulls cease to fly

When the tides are running high

And the waves come crashing in

Upon the shore

You can keep your jobs in factories

To me they're not the same

Put me in my boat, and that's where I'll remain

Set me adrift in my old skiff

With my anchor and my oars

And when I die, I'll go to sea no more

Until then I will ride the waves across the bay

With the wind blowing through my hair

And I will feel the rhythm of the sea

And taste the salty air

And I will bend my rod on northern cod

And thank the LORD each day

For giving me the heart and soul

Of a boy from the bay

He's given me the heart and soul

Of a  boy from the bay

And I thank You LORD

For this boy from the bay

Written by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory