[verse1] The boats return at break of day, their silver catch in nets of grey. The sea has given from her hand, the bounty of the salted strand. [verse2] The first we cook for all to share, the rest we salt with patient care. The harbor hums, the gulls take flight, as smoke from grills drifts into night. [chorus] O Silver Net, your gift we keep, from ocean's heart and water deep. May tides return with steady grace, to bless again our harbor place.
