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Where the seagull soars and the mighty ocean roars
When the winds from the north blow so frantic
On the banks of Newfoundland the oil rigs stand
In search of crude from the cold north-west Atlantic.
She's the finest in the land, designed and built by man
To withstand all that nature has to offer
And the Ocean Ranger's crew numbered 84 men true
To their homes and their sons, wives and daughters.
Look away to the west, there's a storm upon the wind
Bringing rain, snow and seas four storeys high
Look away to the west, will you see your homes again?
Or is this the time to say your last goodbye, your last goodbye.
And there's trouble from within, the rig is listing once again
And the gallant crew are ordered to abandon
But the hurricane's too strong, when the morning comes she's gone
Not a soul survived to tell us what had happened, what had happened.
Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers leave behind so many others
Who will not forget the price their loved ones paid
Was it fate that dealt the hand or the carelessness of man
That led so many to an early grave, an early grave?
Look away to the west, there's a storm upon the wind
Bringing rain, snow and seas four storeys high
Look away to the west, will you see your homes again?
Or is this the time to say your last goodbye, your last goodbye.
May God grant peace and serenity to our brothers lost at sea
Give their families strength to bear their grief and pain
And if our men must sweat and toil in pursuit of off-shore oil
Pray to God to bring them safely home again, home again.
Where the seagull soars and the mighty ocean roars
When the winds from the north blow so frantic
On the banks of Newfoundland the oil rigs stand
In search of crude from the cold north-west Atlantic.