Lyrics

[Verse]
By the shores of Bloomfield, where the waters meet the land,
We rise every morning, tools ready in our hands,
Local folks and travelers from places far and wide,
Packing up the lobsters, under that blue P.E.I. sky.

[Verse 2]
From the break of dawn to the fading twilight,
We're the heartbeat of the coast, working day and night,
Crabs in the baskets, lobsters in the tanks,
In the Southshore Seafood plant, we give our quiet thanks.

[Chorus]
Here's to the workers, with hands weathered and strong,
Singing the sweet melody of the sea in their song,
From the island locals to the travelers from afar,
In Bloomfield, Prince Edward, we know who we are.

[Verse 3]
The sea it brings us bounty, the land it brings us pride,
Together in the plant, we stand side by side,
We speak in different voices, but all with one intent,
To honor the hard working spirit, where so much time is spent.

[Verse 4]
No one sees the cold nights, no one feels the pain,
But we all share the sunshine, after a day of rain,
With every lobster counted, with every crab caught fast,
We build a future, from the echoes of the past.

[Chorus]
Here's to the workers, with hands weathered and strong,
Singing the sweet melody of the sea in their song,
From the island locals to the travelers from afar,
In Bloomfield, Prince Edward, we know who we are.