Cod lyrics

There upon air racks

In a frigid scene dry the cod

The racks are lean, cod few

Unregulated harvests o'er

The banks of Newfoundland

They abounded with cod

Bot too little was done, too late

Fishing villages silent, still

Today the waters are yet calm

Undisturbed, there are no cod

The fish they once ate vanished

So they cannibalized their young

Know in the heart what to do

Pillaging the water, the land

Consequences unimagined

An empty ocean, overfished