Track byCharmin Michelle & Joel Shapira
There's a grey, old lady sitting by the pier at Halifax When they made her kind they threw away the mould And it seems like no-one needs her nowadays and that's a fact As she sits beside the ocean growing old She never was a 'movie queen', and glamorous she sure ain't been Many men have loved her just the same When she and they were in their prime in a bygone age we call 'wartime' H.M.C.S. Sackville made her name When freedom called for every hand to turn-to on the sea and land Sackville sailed outside the limelight's glare With four-inch gun and depth-charge racks To guard against the U-boat packs The convoys made a bridge from here to there Thought not much faster than the tramps With the 'lease-lend' tubs sent by the Yanks She shepherded her flocks across the foam For three long years she did her job Like a faithful, fearless collie-dog Then, duty done, she steered a course for home But in the aftermath of war, too many heroes are a bore And each one just gets lost among the throng Words like: honour, glory, pride, are far too quickly set aside And peacetime voices sing a different song But take a walk down Sackville Street To the bottom where the harbour meets The town that Nova Scotian's call their own In livery white, blue and grey, you'll find her harboured, safe to day For H.M.C.S. Sackville has come home The last corvette has finally found a home