Briny Coast

It's our briny coast, that we boast the most

Lay our soaking souls to dry

So come explore, from shore to shore

Under the Scotian salt sky

 

As the rust turns to dusk, It's freedom we lust

Light a fire to cut through the night

A far off fog horn, cries to those whom we mourn

As the mighty blue heron takes flight

May the fog fill your lungs and the sand take your toes

As the dark sea churns and conspires

Let it sweep you away, with the mist of the bay

A new lease on life, you'll acquire

It's our briny coast, that we boast the most

Lay our soaking souls to dry

So come explore, from shore to shore

Under the Scotian salt sky