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Storm of 45

The northern tip of Newfoundland as far as you can see
Is solid rock & water and the stand of small green trees
Nestled in the harbour a town you'll always find
And one place in particular always comes to mind.

Now sit back in the easy chair and I'll tell a tale that's true
About a man from St. Anthony and the cold north wind that blew
There's many a gale that's blown across the straits of old Belle Isle
Drifting snow and forty below and every inch a mile

It seems that back in forty five second month as I recall
A miracle would happen and it started as a squall
When it snows in Newfoundland it's a mighty pretty sight
But this storm was different it was snowing left to right

The wind was blowing from the strait and going at such a pace
Your hand would disappear if you took it from your face
Now George had been to Raleigh his dog team pulled him there
To visit with his sister some memories he might share

His sister pleaded stay the night as the raging storm blew wild
She feared for her brothers life please stay a little while
But George said i've got to go something beckons from within
Don't worry I'll be careful wiping teardrops from her chin

George was just a young man at the age of twenty five
His child hood days were really tough he'd learned how to survive
He shut the door behind him and harnessed up the team
The dogs were howling in the wind as George let out a scream

They headed down the buried trail as if they knew the way
You could sense they felt secure with George they wouldn't stray

With two ways to St. Anthony the longer one he chose
Was it instinct or the spirit for now, God only knows

Leaning forward on his sled the dogs he's trying to see
The wind and snow, the team had stopped this was strange indeed
He felt along the komatik to find out what was wrong
He found a woman in the snow half buried by the storm

He asked her what her name was she was to cold to reply
He placed her in the komatik and told his team to fly
They arrived at the Grenfell in St. Anthony by the sea
Prayers had been answered "save her life" his only plea

He went to see her everyday at her bedside he would stand
she'd lost her frozen feet and the fingers from her hand
a ship arrived in the spring "The Kyle" penned on her bow
and took her on life's journey, they would meet again, somehow

Thirty-nine years had passed and George had thought she died
He answered the door in '84 and there she stood alive.
Now getting back to the spirit that guided him that day
You might think it was by chance or instinct as they say

Consider this a miracle done in God's own course
To save a soul to serve him and she did from that day forth
Her name is Gladys Edmonds she served in the Sally-Ann
Thank you George for saving her she's a part of the Master's Plan

####.... Joe West ....####