An old woman told me a story of true love on the cold cape breton shore
she said that love is just like the ocean
there's something in our blood that draws us to the storm
she said there were two lovers from louisbourg
made their bed on the black rock by the deep
they wanted to get close to the rising tide
closer than anyone has been
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closer, closer to the ocean
closer to the sea
closer to the magic of the black rock
closer than anyone has been

she was a worker at the fish plant
a quite girl who daydreamed all the time
he was a shy boy from the lobster boats
all the people said she'd be his lovely bride
one night they made love down by the water
on the black rock by the pounding sea
the tide ran high as he put his arms around her
"my love, lie close to me
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The high tide took them in that moment when love is still perfect and new
their spirits were married to the raging wind
now every time it storms the two of them return
and all night they make love down by the water
on the black rock by the pounding sea
the tide runs high as he puts his arms around her
"my love, lie close to me
Chorus

the tide runs high as he puts his arms around her
"my love, lie close to me
Chorus
closer, closer to the ocean, closer than anyone has been
closer,closer,closer
closer than anyone has been