This island's quiet
Wnter's always dark and cold
But I know, when summer comes around again
The fishing boats will line its shores
I never had a care until the year
I fell in love with a mainland boy who told me
"I'll take you far from here from Rankin's shores
We'll set our oars"
He died that winter in the logging camps
Laid down in snow
Folks said you can't presume to know the will of God
He called him home, left me
Summer came in late that year
Still my father kept the lighthouse burning bright
Like a star above Rankin's Point
He led the fishing boats home to port each night
He told me, "Count your blessings
And hold on tight to what can't change
Here we've got the tower's light, the season's turn
And the seals to sing you lullabies"
And so the years went tripping by like springtime
I watched my father slowly getting old
And when he climbed the tower for the last time
I manned the light alone
I learned to count my blessings
To hold on tight to what's my own
I'll always have the tower's light, the season's turn
And the seals to sing my lullabies
Yes, I'm the star above Rankin's Point each night