Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music
It was just like him. He had to pick
A boat gone from dowdy to derelict
In half a dozen years
Of searching for an owner
She may have left her heart in the harbour mud
But she really caught his at the flood
And he wonders how she knew
That she was waiting for a loner
Blue Dolphin, built by the Rhuland men
She’s lying on the bottom again
With only him to care
That Bluenose had a sister
He lost the house and he sold the car
His wife walked out so he hit the bars
And hit up every friend
To raise the Blue Dolphin
And even afloat she’s a hole in the water
Where his money goes
Every dollar goes
And it’s driving him crazy
He pounds his fists white on the dock in the night
And cries, “I’m gonna win!”
And licks the blood away
And he’s gonna raise the Dolphin
Blue Dolphin’s lying like a wounded whale
She’s hungry for a scrap of a sail
To get her underway
Back to salt water
Now there’s a man lying spent in the winter sun
He wonders what the hell he has done
And who would ever pay
To save his schooner daughter