It wasn't like this last year It wasn't like this at all We were taking the blues and the groupers From February into the fall You to ask yourself what happened When you're up against the wall It wasn't like this last year It wasn't like this at all. Speak, speak, Bonack It's a fair gant end to the bayman's day Speak, speak Bonac All the children are moving away Has it come down plain Is it time to seine On another bay? And could these be the Lesters Who used to run this town When the right whale swam off Ponquogue They would sail their tall ships down There were Lesters in the rigging Lesters on the Sound Could these old men be the Lesters Who used to run this town? Speak, speak Bonac... Last night when you went fishing And I saw you face to face I knew as clear as a bell through the fog That you'd never leave this place No more can the hunter in the sky Give up his fruitless chase It's as clear as a bell through the fog at night When I saw you face to face It's as clear as a bell through the fog at night That you'll never leave this place. Speak, speak Bonac...