All She Wrote

We towed the house across Placentia Bay a few years 'fore the rest did
You had to see it coming and I saw no point in respite
The years have passed now and we've been
blessed, but to have time back I'm yearning
'Cause all the crowd's gone west,
and I don't know about the rest, but I don't see them returning

And that's all she wrote, I've packed my tote
I'm a broke old Newfoundlander
I'll be back again when the railway bends
And the Yanks fly out of Gander

For a man my age at this tender stage, it sometimes seems surreal
But the aching in my bones tells me that's just the way it feels
As I sit up here in a rocking chair, I can reminisce intently
I've got a bay window and a fine woodstove, and my CPP on Wednesday

Now I hear all kinds of younger minds excited for new changes
And I supposed just like everything
else, it'll all come 'round in stages
But when you've got your health, you don't need much wealth
Just appreciate the good times
Learn a lot, don't be what you're not,
and thank the good Lord when the sun shines

So I'll have a drink on a Sunday morning with a Ryan's Fancy record
And I'll think of all of what's gone
past since the days of Moores and Peckford
The old girl used to go to bed with Bas and then get up with Bill
When I'm gone she'll have the radio, and the land up on the hill

And that's all she wrote, I've packed my tote
I'm a broke old Newfoundlander
I'll be back again when the railway bends
And the Yanks fly out of Gander

That's all she wrote, I've packed my tote
I'm a broke old Newfoundlander
I'll be back there in Placentia Bay
Where the church bells rang much grander