Verse 1 Wake up to the mist rolling in from the cove, Cod pots stacked by the lobster boil. The kitchen is warm, the kettle sings its tune, While a boat heads out beneath the waning moon. Verse 2 Down by the wharf, where the old men talk, Swapping tales about storms and capelin stock. A moose in the meadow, a fox on the trail, And young ones skating on the first spring hail. Verse 3 The church bell rings and the fiddle plays, Jigs and reels light up the bays. Bonfires blaze under stars so wide, And the pride of the bay is the love inside. Chorus Let me tell you 'bout Green Bay, where the hills touch the sky, Where the salt meets the spruce and the eagles fly. From Brighton to Beachside, it's charm all the way— Green Bay, Newfoundland — you’ll want to stay. Outro So if you find yourself where the sea meets the land, With a welcome as warm as a neighbor’s hand, Stay for a sunset, a story, a bay— And you just might never drift away.
