The Arse is Gone Right Out of 'Er

(Verse 1) In the heart of Newfoundland, where the waves crash on the shore, We used to find our solace, but it ain't the same no more. The skies are filled with turbines, spinning high and tall, They promised us salvation, but we're headed for a fall. (Chorus) The arse is gone right out of 'er, the world's in a spin, From the hills of old Newfoundland to the gardens growing thin. They're talking 'bout hydrogen to power up the war, But all we see are turbines and a land we loved before. (Verse 2) Our grandfathers fished these waters, our fathers worked the mines, Now we're staring at the future through a tangled web of lies. The wind farms are a-churning, carving scars upon the land, We’re told it’s for our children, but we barely understand. (Chorus) The arse is gone right out of 'er, the world's in a spin, From the hills of old Newfoundland to the gardens growing thin. They're talking 'bout hydrogen to power up the war, But all we see are turbines and a land we loved before. (Bridge) They say we'll have free power and jobs for every hand, But what's the cost of progress when it takes away our land? The war machine is hungry, it's looking for a feed, And hydrogen's the answer, but is it what we need? (Verse 3) We’re standing at the crossroads, with history in our eyes, Trying to find a balance in a world of changing tides. The wind may blow forever, but the heart must find its way, To save our cherished island and face another day. (Chorus) The arse is gone right out of 'er, the world's in a spin, From the hills of old Newfoundland to the gardens growing thin. They're talking 'bout hydrogen to power up the war, But all we see are turbines and a land we loved before. (Outro) So here's to our Newfoundland, may we find a way to cope, With turbines on the horizon and our hearts filled with hope. The arse is gone right out of 'er, but we’ll fight to make it right, For the spirit of our island, we’ll keep up the fight.