ICY ACRES - written by Colin Wilkie; recorded by Gary & Vera Aspey.
Fare thee well ye icy acres,
Fare thee well ye whaling ground;
Fare thee well ye banks of Greenland,
Weary whalers homeward bound.
Home where the breezes bend the blossom, where the oak and the apples grow;
God forgot the green in Greenland, He made the flowers from the ice and snow.
Home where the grasses lace the meadows by the waters running free;
And the rivers sweetly flowing turn towards the open sea.
Six long months we've been a-hunting, through a hell of frozen flame;
Now like sails, our hearts are billowing, as we turn for home again.
(Repeat first verse)^^