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We've got everything packed from tobacco to dishes
Rubber boot patches and twine for the trawls
We're Labrador bound boys we're gone for the summer
You won't see our faces till late in the fall
And that's the way that it was the old man sits dreaming
Untouched by the progress just outside the door
There's a smile on his old face when summer comes calling
His mind takes him back to the Labrador shores
It's a beautiful day in the year forty-seven
The spray from the bow touched the smile on his face
She's a wonderful sound boys that old cooker engine
As her sound echoes back off the cliffs in the bay
She's down to the gunnels he stands at the tiller
He guides her so gently through the rocks up ahead
Where the flakes are all covered with salt fish a drying
To the bark of his old dog and the call of his kids
And that's the way that it was the old man sits dreaming
Untouched by the progress just outside the door
There's a smile on his old face when summer comes calling
His mind takes him back to the Labrador shores
And that's the way that it was the old man sat dreaming ....
Turn down the TV your grandfather's dreaming
I know where he's at by his smile that's for sure
He's a long ways away a young man in summer
Fishing for cod on the Labrador shore
And that's the way that it was the old man sits dreaming
Untouched by the progress just outside the door
There's a smile on his old face when summer comes calling
His mind takes him back to the Labrador shores
And that's the way that it was the old man sat dreaming ....