Your Last Good-bye

Where the seagull soars, and the mighty ocean roars

When the wind from the north blows so frantic

On the banks of Newfoundland, the oil rigs stand

In search of crude from the cold Northwest Atlantic

She's the finest in the land, designed and built by man

To withstand all that nature has to offer

And the Ocean Ranger's crew numbered 84 men true

To their homes and their sons, wives and daughters

Look away to the west, there's a storm upon the wind

Bringing rain, snow and seas four stories high

Look away to the west, will you see your homes again

Or is this the time to say your last good-bye

Your last good-bye

Then there's trouble from within, the rig is listing once again

And the gallant crew are ordered to abandon

But the hurricane's too strong, when the morning comes she's gone

And not a soul survived to tell us what had happened

What had happened

Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers, leave behind so many others

Who will not forget the price their loved ones paid

Was it fate that dealt the hand, or the carelessness of man

That led so many to an early grave

An early grave

Look away to the west, there's a storm upon the wind

Bringing rain, snow and seas four stories high

Look away to the west, will you see your homes again

Or is this the time to say your last good-bye

Your last good-bye

May God grant peace and serenity, to our brothers lost at sea

And give their families strength to bear their grief and pain

And if our men must sweat and toil, in pursuit of offshore oil

Pray to God to bring them safely home again

Safely home again

Where the seagull soars, and the mighty ocean roars

When the wind from the north blows so frantic

On the banks of Newfoundland, the oil rigs stand

In search of crude from the cold Northwest Atlantic

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Written by Bruce Moss

February 18, 1982

To God be the glory