Intro Verse 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 get to ask that question When you're up against the wall It wasn't like this last year It wasn't like this at all Speak, speak, Bonac It's a fair gant end to the bayman's day Speak, speak Bonac All of the children are moving away Has it come down plain Is it time to seine on another bay? Instrumental Verse Could these be the Lesters Who used to run this town When the right-whale swam off Ponquogue They'd sail their tall ships down There was Lesters in the rigging Lesters on the Sound Could these old men be the Lesters Who used to run this town? Speak, speak, Bonac It's a fair gant end to the bayman's day Speak, speak Bonac All of the children are moving away Has it come down plain Is it time to seine on another bay? Instrumental Verse Last night when you went fishing I saw you face to face I knew as clear as a bell in the fog You'd never leave this place No more can the hunter up in the sky Give up his fruitless chase Clear as a bell through the fog at night When I saw you face to face Clear as a bell through the fog at night You'd never leave this place Speak, speak, Bonac It's a fair gant end to the bayman's day Speak, speak Bonac All of the children are moving away Has it come down plain Is it time to seine on another bay?