In response to Mr. Greenhaus' request for lyrics in the Fantasy Folk Circle thread, here are the words and chords to Stan Rogers' Fisherman's Wharf.

FISHERMAN'S WHARF
Words and music by Stan Rogers, Pro Canada, published 1976 by Fogarty's Cove Music, Inc.
From the album "Fogarty's Cove"
From the songbook "Stan Rogers, Songs From Fogarty's Cove"

Verse 1
It was [Am] in the spring this [G] year of [Am] grace with [Fma9] new life [G] pushing through [Am]
That I [G] looked from the Citadel [C] down to the narrows and asked [Em] what it's coming to [Fmaj9] [G]
I saw [Am] Upper Canadian [G] concrete and [Am] glass right [Fma9] down to the water line
[D] And I [Bb6] heard an old song down on [Am] Fisherman's Wharf
Can I [Fma9] sing it just [G] one time? [Am]

Verse 2
With half closed eyes against the sun, for the warm wind giving thanks,
I dreamed of the years of the deep-laden schooners thrashing home from the Grand Banks
The last lies done in the harbour sun with her picture on a dime.
But I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
Can I sing it, just one time?
Can I sing it, Just one time?

Chorus
[G] Then [Dsus2] haul away [Csus2] and [Dsus2] heave [Fsus2] her [Esus2] home. This [C] song is heard no [Am] more
No [Bb6] boats to sing it for [Am] No [Bm6] sails to sing it for [Am]
[G] There [Dsus2] rises now [Csus2] a [Dsus2] sin- [Fsus2] gle [Esus2] tide of [C] tourists passing through [Am]
We traded [Bb6] old ways for the [Am] new [Bb6] Old ways for the [Am] new
[Bb6] Old ways for the [Am] new For the [Bbsus2] new [Am]

Verse 4
Now you ask "What's this Romantic boy who laments what's done and gone?
There was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gales sang an awful song
But my fathers knew of wind and tide and my blood is Maritime
And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
Can I sing it, just one time?
Can I sing it, Just one time?

Chorus
Then haul away and heave her home. This song is heard no more
No boats to sing it for. No sails to sing it for
There rises now a single tide of tourists passing through
We traded old ways for the new. Old ways for the new
Old ways for the new. For the new

Verse 1 (repeated)
It was in the spring this year of grace with new life pushing through
That I looked from the Citadel down to the narrows and asked what it's coming to
I saw Upper Canadian concrete and glass right down to the water line
And I heard an old song down on Fisherman's Wharf
Can I sing it just one time?