WHEN THE TIDE GOES OUT

Along the shore is where life began,
Fed by sea and formed by land,
Under the sun and the moon’s command,
Down through the ages feeding man.

CHORUS:     When the tide goes out, the table is set,
                     And the sea serves up her bounty bless’d;
                     Oh, come with me while the sand’s still wet –
                     When the tide goes out, the table is set.

I know some people whose minds get stuck;
To them low tide means slime and muck.
But when I go there I’m prepared to shuck
The oyster, the clam and the geoduck. [`goo-ey duck’]       CHORUS:

Now go a little further, put your foot in the sea,
Then try wading out, say up to your knees:
There are crab and abalone, and special seaweeds;
Fix them up right, and they’re bound to please.         CHORUS:

The driftwood fire is burning hot,
Drop your catch in the cooking pot;
Come on everybody, find a place on a log,
Share a steaming bowl, and this grateful thought.     CHORUS:

I was born and raised by Georgia Strait,
She’s a part of me and I share her fate;
And all these poisons she just can’t take –
We’ve got to stop it now before it’s too late.          CHORUS – FINALE

   I sometimes vary verse 5 these ways:
Here we are by sound and strait / Living by the Salish Straits
They’re a part of us and we share their fate
And all these poisons they just can’t take –
We’ve got to stop it now before it’s too late –