Lyrics

One day in September the skies they were blue,
The wind from the south’ard on a course straight and true;
They took fuel in Old Perlican, having left Bay de Verde,
Two fishermen missing and we still haven’t heard.

Two fishermen missing, oh where could they be,
As all ships and search planes are combing the seas;
Two fishermen missing those Baccalieu cliffs,
Spell trouble for trawlers, longliners and skiffs.

Two days on the water it was their intent,
Their time was spent fishing then homeward they went;
But the trials of fishermen do never cease,
On the rocks the next morning was the Andrea Denise.

Bruce Button, the captain, he kept a firm hand,
Warren Cooper, Gar Bursey made second and third man;
They were plucked from the water and saved from the plight,
Of Roll Driscoll, Randy Bursey, who were nowhere in sight.

The night lights are burning out in their hometown,
As loved ones are praying those men will be found;
So come all you seafarers who wait on the shore,
Two fishermen missing….