Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
And the men are out pounding in Uncle Jim's shed
For there's traps to be built and more to be mended
No time for to waste for the work must be done
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way
With the courage that God gives and the Forefathers know how
They have come to the shores like kelp to the rocks
Generations of hardships have all been forgotten
With a grin and a chuckle they know life must go on
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way
And they know of the pleasures of soft, easy living
And they know that with those pleasures come torment and pain
So they keep on chopping, pounding, and hauling
For its only the hard work that keeps a man sane
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way
Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour
And the boys are still sleeping at quarter to two
They'll be drinking and smoking and dealing with boredom
For its hard when you're idle and no work to do
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy
What he builds with his hands must come tumbling down
But then how could life be any other way
But then how could life be any other way