The springtime of the year has come And so we must away Out on the stormy Banks we'll go In quest of fish to stay Where seas do roll from endless spawn Like mountains up so high And the wild sea birds around us In their mad career go by (Instrumental) Out there we spend out summer months Midst scary fog and wind And often do our thoughts go back To the dear ones left behind At midnight when the sky is dark And heavy clouds do frown Is there we stand great danger Of our small craft being run down (Instrumental) And when those summer months are o'er We began with spirits bright To see our loved ones and our wives We'll rout us in the bight From where all isle, sea billows roam Thereby cool breezes fanned Out on the soggy billows On the Banks of Newfoundland