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  1. Prospect Bay

From the recording The Rookery

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Produced by Dan Donahue & Sam Baardman

Lyrics

the boulders on the seashore reminded me of home
the hay bales on the prairie are like the rocks of Peggy’s Cove
and I remember how we smiled when we drove past Chocolate Lake
we were heading down the coast a ways to the mouth of Prospect Bay

the rocks were lit like spotlights, the sun was in its evening reach
this was beauty like we’d never seen as we walked along the beach
we found ourselves a green canoe and we put it in salt water
and tears were welling in your eyes because you missed your son and daughter

we looked out past the breaks at all the rolling caps
but it was glassy to the bottom where we paddled trap to trap
we drifted through the shallows we drifted through the deep
and the hand you used to guide us was the hand I thought to keep

the light was nearly faded when we put back to the shore
you tossed a quick “I love you” out as my key slid in the door
and I turned and saw you standing there with Prospect Bay behind
and I knew that prospects such as this are rare and hard to find

the boulders on the seashore reminded me of home
the hay bales on the prairie are like the rocks of Peggy’s Cove