Fender Bay from Canadiana by Alex O'Brien and Friends

FENDER BAY
Lyrics by Alex O’Brien; All Rights Reserved

I would rise in the bitter cold of dark
Shake my little brother ‘til he'd spark
We’d rush to put our sweaters on
Drink black coffee and be gone
Then with Momma’s lunches in our hands
We’d walk and nod to Poppa’s plans

On the rocky shores of Fender Bay
We’d slide our boat into the waves
Blisters forming on our hands
Doing the best to be like men
And Poppa would always smile
As the sun would rise
On the rocky shores of Fender Bay

Searching waters cold and barren
Poppa pretending he wasn’t caring
But somehow he’d always find the spot
Where the Cod were waiting to be caught
His strong arms pulling the nets right in
Then we’d start searching over again

On the rocky shores of Fender Bay
We’d roll our nets up to be saved
Blisters on weathered hands
And doing the best to understand
Poppa would always smile
As the cod would rise
On the rocky shores of Fender Bay

Now the fish are gone and my brother and me
But Poppa still walks each morning to see
The sun rise on those rocky shores
Looking for signs there may be more
His blue eyes stare deep into the green
Wondering if it all was a dream
 
On the rocky shores of Fender Bay
Lay a thousand sailors’ graves
Green moss spreading on the rocks
In places where only wind does talk
Poppa would always smile
No matter the distant miles
From the rocky shores of Fender Bay
From the rocky shores of Fender Bay
From the rocky shores of Fender Bay

• Canadiana
• Rock
• alternative rock
• folk rock
• indie rock
• signer-songwriter
• Parry Sound