Oh, you have to dig oysters when the tide is just right And sometimes it comes in the dead of the night The orders came down to extinguish all light To our homes on the Oystershell Road The glow of a lantern could bring an attack So, sometimes we'd sleep in the old oyster shack And let ourselves down with a rake and a sack Near our homes on the Oystershell Road Some came from Germany, some from Japan They lived for the oyster each woman and man We said, "God go with you, return when you can To your homes on the Oystershell Road" And when push comes to shove, your mettle shines through And our hands and our feet somehow knew what to do With the men gone away, we made such a fine crew Near our homes on the Oystershell Road In the sea was the sub, in the air was the plane But the men had it worse, so we couldn't complain And the neighbours would honk us all home in the rain To our homes by the Oystershell Road So we helped win the war in the mud and the muck And prayed that our feet would never get stuck When the tide rushes in, you can run out of luck Near your home on the Oystershell Road Oh, how I remember the dark and the cold And I prayed that our story would someday be told But it probably won't, 'cause we're getting so old Near our homes on the Oystershell Road