Near the shores of Conception Bay,
Is an island of ship and pickaxe
Surrounded by salt and smoke,
Its ore laid the tracks
Bell Island, hard and strong,
With cliffs and winds that gust,
A land of miners and fishermen,
Where iron never rusts.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The miners came with hope in hand,
To dig beneath your earth,
For the iron ore that fed the world,
and gave the island worth.
With pick and shovel, day and night,
They carved out their dream,
In the tunnels deep, where the shadows creep,
And the iron seams would gleam.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
But the war came to your shores one day,
With a thunderous, deadly sound,
As U-boats prowled the waters deep,
and the iron ships were downed.
The waves they roared, the cannons fired,
And the island held its breath,
For the men who sailed and fought that day,
In the shadow of death.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The mines have closed, the years have passed,
But the memories remain,
Of a time when Bell Island stood so tall,
Through hardship and through pain.
Now the tourists come to walk your cliffs,
And hear the stories told,
Of miners, ships, and battles fought,
in the days of iron and cold.
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Near the shores of Conception Bay,
Is an island of ship and pickaxe
Surrounded by salt and smoke,
Its ore laid the tracks
Bell Island, hard and strong,
With cliffs and winds that gust,
A land of miners and fishermen,
Where iron never rusts.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The miners came with hope in hand,
To dig beneath your earth,
For the iron ore that fed the world,
and gave the island worth.
With pick and shovel, day and night,
They carved out their dream,
In the tunnels deep, where the shadows creep,
And the iron seams would gleam.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
But the war came to your shores one day,
With a thunderous, deadly sound,
As U-boats prowled the waters deep,
and the iron ships were downed.
The waves they roared, the cannons fired,
And the island held its breath,
For the men who sailed and fought that day,
In the shadow of death.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The mines have closed, the years have passed,
But the memories remain,
Of a time when Bell Island stood so tall,
Through hardship and through pain.
Now the tourists come to walk your cliffs,
And hear the stories told,
Of miners, ships, and battles fought,
in the days of iron and cold.
Is an island of ship and pickaxe
Surrounded by salt and smoke,
Its ore laid the tracks
Bell Island, hard and strong,
With cliffs and winds that gust,
A land of miners and fishermen,
Where iron never rusts.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The miners came with hope in hand,
To dig beneath your earth,
For the iron ore that fed the world,
and gave the island worth.
With pick and shovel, day and night,
They carved out their dream,
In the tunnels deep, where the shadows creep,
And the iron seams would gleam.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
But the war came to your shores one day,
With a thunderous, deadly sound,
As U-boats prowled the waters deep,
and the iron ships were downed.
The waves they roared, the cannons fired,
And the island held its breath,
For the men who sailed and fought that day,
In the shadow of death.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
With iron running deep and the tunnels of lore,
From the depths below to the skies above,
Your legacy lives on with love.
Oh, Bell Island, your heart of ore,
A land of ice grown from the war
Your legacy lives, your tales we sing,
Bell Island, where the mines echoes ring.
The mines have closed, the years have passed,
But the memories remain,
Of a time when Bell Island stood so tall,
Through hardship and through pain.
Now the tourists come to walk your cliffs,
And hear the stories told,
Of miners, ships, and battles fought,
in the days of iron and cold.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC