years ago when I was young I cast my nets into the Sun and with my father'shand all on my shoulder hauled them home. The nets moved like a living thing allfrom the fishes held within and homeward bound we'd laugh and sing andhonest day's work done. We threw our fortunes to the wind and now we justremember when there was lots of fish in Bonneviste Harbour, oh no more, lots of fish all inaround here, oh no more. We threw our fortunes to the wind, well boys we won't do that again, oh no more.The sea has burned my father's eyes, a blue much deeper than the skies, but granted us our daily prize, King Cod in all his glory.And like my father I grew strong and proud was I to carry on, for in his footsteps I belong, but that's another story.Times change faster than the wind, now we just remember when Jack was every inch a sailor, oh no more, five and twenty years a whaler, oh no more.Times change faster than the wind, well boys we won't fish here again, oh no more.My father's eyes are still as blue, his hands are softer than I knew, there's nothing here for him to do but smoke and drink and mend.And every day I sit and face the spectre of my father's fate, he's dying at an icebound pace, his heart and soul December.He'd give his life to ride the wind, but now we just remember when Lukie's boat was painted green, oh no more, finest boat you've ever seen, oh no more.And I is the boy that builds the boat, oh no more, I is the boy that sails them, oh no more.We'd give our lives to ride the wind, and to be fishing here again, but oh no more.