[Verse] Where the cliffs kiss the sea, salt spray on the stone, Brigus South, carved from time, where the wild winds moan. Cod on the line, old hands reel the past, Each tide tells a tale, shadows long and vast. [Chorus] God’s country, where the waves keep time, Harbors the heart and the hills we climb. Artists paint skies, filmmakers chase light, In God’s country, day meets the night. [Verse 2] Cabins hold whispers, the voices of lore, Footsteps of settlers, boots worn on the shore. Fog rolls like curtains, nature’s own stage, The rock writes the story, page after page. [Prechorus] Oh, the gulls sing a hymn, the breeze hums a tune, The stars spark like embers under Brigus's moon. [Chorus] God’s country, where the waves keep time, Harbors the heart and the hills we climb. Artists paint skies, filmmakers chase light, In God’s country, day meets the night. [Bridge] Driftwood memories, fires crackle their song, Generations etched where the brave belong. Canvas of cliffs, ocean brushes the hue, Brigus South beckons, to old and to new.
