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When Cabot landed on our rocky shores over 500 years ago
Codfish teamed on the banks and the bays, "food baskets" of the world we're told
With generous quota and ships of steel, they pillaged it endlessly
Now its make-work projects, moratoriums instead of a living from the sea.
Will the sun every shine on our pine clad hills, where our fathers stood long ago.
Will mountains crumble and seas run dry, before our people ever know.
Will there ever be a time on this wind swept rock, when have not will be forever banned.
While we're awaiting for the sun to shine, tell me, who's guarding Newfoundland?
The mighty Churchill river with its endless power keeps rolling down to the sea.,
Lighting up the parks in Disneyland for all the world to come and see
But with big time bargaining and little foresight, the devil's pact was signed
Sixty more years of profit margins, stalled on the dotted line.
Will the sun every shine on our pine clad hills, where our fathers stood long ago.
Will mountains crumble and seas run dry, before our people ever know.
Will there ever be a time on this wind swept rock, when have not will be forever banned.
While we're awaiting for the sun to shine, tell me, who's guarding Newfoundland?
Oh, Hibernia, you've been our hope for a quarter century or more
Billion dollar rigs in the North Atlantic sucking up oil thru the ocean floor
While accords and agreements and the short end of the stick, handled up in Ottawa
So its high expectations and low returns, not what the prophets foresaw
Will the sun every shine on our pine clad hills, where our fathers stood long ago.
Will mountains crumble and seas run dry, before our people ever know.
Will there ever be a time on this wind swept rock, when have not will be forever banned.
While we're awaiting for the sun to shine, tell me, who's guarding Newfoundland?
Those nickel deposits up in Labrador sent stock markets all in a spin
Speculations, smelters and shares, setting our dreams on fire again
But heavy handed companies with high bottom lines, pushed all those dreams in a shade
Its watch and wonder, waffle and wait, trusting the tourist trade.
Will the sun every shine on our pine clad hills, where our fathers stood long ago.
Will mountains crumble and seas run dry, before our people ever know.
Will there ever be a time on this wind swept rock, when have not will be forever banned.
While we're awaiting for the sun to shine, tell me, who's guarding Newfoundland?
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Won't you tell me who's guarding Newfoundland??....