Pamela Morgan все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I was visiting friends in Red Head Cove, and became fascinated with the story of a fisherman's wife; how she had to watch him go so far out from shore, how dangerous it was, how she feared for his safety.

Shortly after this came the tragic story of Burton Winters, a fourteen year old from Labrador who became disoriented on the ice and walked 19 km away from his snowmobile before he froze to death. Search and rescue wouldn't send a chopper out early enough to save him.

A few weeks later a man tried to get search and rescue when his father was having a heart attack on a vessel, and his call was put through to Italy.

The Federal government in its infinite wisdom has moved search and rescue away from NL to Nova Scotia, a thousand miles away. Federal bureaucrats have been photographed fly fishing on the Labrador in search and rescue choppers. The explanation from the feds? "Survival excercises."

True Thomas lay on Huntlie Bank,
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee,
And there he saw a lady bright,
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.

Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o' the velvet fine,
At ilka tett o' her horse's mane