Donald Crewe

Donald Crewe

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Who's Guarding Newfoundland?

Written By: Donald Crewe

When Cabot landed on our rocky shores
Over five hundred years ago
Cod fish teemed on the banks and the bays
Food basket of the world we're told.
With generous quotas and ships of steel
They pillaged it endlessly.
Now it's make work projects and moratoriums
Instead of a living from the sea.

Chorus:
Will the sun even shine on those pine clad hills
Where our fathers stood long ago?
Will mountains crumble, seas run dry
Before our people ever know?
With there ever be a time on this windswept rock
When have not will be forever banned?
While we're waiting for the sun to shine
Tell me who's guarding Newfoundland?

The mighty Churchill river with its endless power
Keeps rolling on 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 devils pact was signed
Sixty more years of profit margins
Stalled on the dotted line.

Chorus:
Will the sun even shine on those pine clad hills
Where our fathers stood long ago?
Will mountains crumble, seas run dry
Before our people ever know?
With there ever be a time on this windswept rock
When have not will be forever banned?
While we're waiting 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 through the ocean floor.
But accords and agreement have short-ended sticks
Handled up in Ottawa.
So its high expectations, low returns
Not what the prophets foresaw.

Chorus:
Will the sun even shine on those pine clad hills
Where our fathers stood long ago?
Will mountains crumble, seas run dry
Before our people ever know?
With there ever be a time on this windswept rock
When have not will be forever banned?
While we're waiting for the sun to shine
Tell me who's guarding Newfoundland?

Those nickel deposits up in Labrador
Set stock markets all in a spin.
Speculation, smelters and shares
Setting our dreams on fire again.
But heavy handed companies with high bottom lines
Pushed all those dreams in the shade.
So its watch and wonder, waffle and wait
Trust in the tourist trade.

Chorus:
Will the sun even shine on those pine clad hills
Where our fathers stood long ago?
Will mountains crumble, seas run dry
Before our people ever know?
With there ever be a time on this windswept rock
When have not will be forever banned?
While we're waiting for the sun to shine
Tell me who's guarding Newfoundland?

Shores of Cape La Hune

Written By: Donald Crewe

My boyhood days I still recall
But they all passed too soon
When I wandered endless as a cloud
That strays o'er Cape La Hune

It was there my mother's kin did dwell
Along that peaceful strand
On the Southern Coast of this fair isle
This Isle of Newfoundland

Chorus:
The sun sits o'er these rocky hills
Wild flowers all in bloom
It's the sweetest place I've ever seen
The shores of Cape La Hune

On the fishing ground we earned our keep
Away at dawn each morning
To row our dories at full speed
To the shoals of Penguin Island

To pass those winter nights away
We'd sing in harmony
Songs we learned at our mother's knee
From the shores of the West Country.

Chorus:
The sun sits o'er these rocky hills
Wild flowers all in bloom
It's the sweetest place I've ever seen
The shores of Cape La Hune

Now those hills all silent stand
The livyers all have passed
The only voices that you hear
Are echoes from the past

But come ye back just one more time
All in the month of June
Walk once more that sandy shore
That still is Cape La Hune

Chorus:
The sun sits o'er these rocky hills
Wild flowers all in bloom
It's still the sweetest place on earth
The shores of Cape La Hune

The Last Legionnaire

Written By: Donald Crewe

His eyes are red and misty
And the tear rolls down his face
As he sees through coloured glasses
The Remembrance Day parade

But his mind is back in time now
To a savage foreign sea
Where he landed with his comrades
On the sands of Normandy.

Chorus:
And he hears the bugle sounding
He hears the rifles too
Shells exploding around him
All the sky is powder blue
There's no time to watch and wonder
No time to stand and stare
These are the memories
Of the Last Legionnaire.

Each day he's fighting onward
Though the pace is aught and slow
Beaumont Hamel and Vimy Ridge
Are the places that he knows

And the rifles keep on firing
Fewer comrades left each day
Hills and bloody trenches
The only highway.

Chorus:
And he hears the bugle sounding
He hears the rifles too
Shells exploding around him
All the sky is powder blue
There's no time to watch and wonder
No time to stand and stare
These are the memories
Of the Last Legionnaire.

When his time on earth is over
And he hears the judgement drum
Lord reserve a place on Your right hand
When his final battle is done
For he's honoured by his country
And will never know his worth
He don't need no more of hell Lord
He's seen enough on earth.

Chorus:
And he hears the bugle sounding
He hears the rifles too
Shells exploding around him
All the sky is powder blue
There's no time to watch and wonder
No time to stand and stare
These are the memories
Of the Last Legionnaire.