In the quiet of the Morning Calm,
where the Sun rises at the dawn and the birds sing their waking song,
there’s a story to be told It rounds the corners and the cliffs, Past the dories and the skiffs After making its rounds through the lips of a teller from Forteau. There’s tales to be told of fairies in trees Of ships that wrecked in the northeastern breeze and of giants brought down to their knees by the beauty of this place You never know where stories will appear
Could be aboard a boat or atop a pier But, one thing remains abundantly clear It’s worth the time to listen. So, if you hear a teller telling you a tangled tale, or maybe two. Rest assured, every word is true. Especially the bits they make up.