Fishing on the Prairies
After the fish is gone
Don't care for the weather
Longs for the fog
Dreams of boyhood days
Hauling traps and setting trawls
Heading out the bay each day
Springtime to the fall
Catching fish was never easy
Hard work for boy and man
But the wind was warm and breezy
When it's blowing off the land
It's hard to leave the island
For a place that he can't stand
And a part of him is dying
Pullin' oil from the sand
People say don't worry
'Cuz he can have it all
In a place like Fort McMurray
Or Fort Saskatchewan
But in his mind he lingers
In his heart he's there
Out in the skiff all with his dad
Far away from here
Catching fish was never easy
Hard work for boy and man
But the wind was warm and breezy
When it's blowing off the land
It's hard to leave the island
For a place that he can't stand
And a part of him is dying
Pullin' oil from the sand
Now each day he looks across
And the sky is everywhere
And at night he looks up at the stars
The nights are oh so clear
It reminds him of the ocean
Though it's far away from here
It will never ever leave him
One day he'll go back there
Catching fish was never easy
Hard work for boy and man
But the wind was warm and breezy
When it's blowing off the land
It's hard to leave the island
For a place that he can't stand
And a part of him is dying
Pullin' oil from the sand