Along the shore is where life began,
Fed by sea and formed by land,
Under the sun and the moon’s command,
Down through the ages feeding man.
CHORUS: When the tide goes out, the table is set,
And the sea serves up her bounty bless’d;
Oh, come with me while the sand’s still wet –
When the tide goes out, the table is set.
I know some people whose minds get stuck;
To them low tide means slime and muck.
But when I go there I’m prepared to shuck
The oyster, the clam and the geoduck. [`goo-ey duck’] CHORUS:
Now go a little further, put your foot in the sea,
Then try wading out, say up to your knees:
There are crab and abalone, and special seaweeds;
Fix them up right, and they’re bound to please. CHORUS:
The driftwood fire is burning hot,
Drop your catch in the cooking pot;
Come on everybody, find a place on a log,
Share a steaming bowl, and this grateful thought. CHORUS:
I was born and raised by Georgia Strait,
She’s a part of me and I share her fate;
And all these poisons she just can’t take –
We’ve got to stop it now before it’s too late. CHORUS – FINALE
I sometimes vary verse 5 these ways:
Living the life by Georgia Strait,
It’s a part of us and we share its fate
And all these poisons it just can’t take –
We’ve got to stop it now before it’s too late –