Ian Tyson Smugglers Cove
Last night I dreamed of Smugglers Cove
The seabirds all were wheeling
out on the riptide past Discovery Isle
where killer whales come stealing
where killer whales come stealing
Father took me by the hand
down through the rocks and driftwood
and pirate gold from the Five & Dime
He caused me to discover
all in a morning's wonder
Tonight I will fly to the top of the world
Ancient winds will guide me
down the old dim trails to the buffalo range
the little wolves beside me
the little wolves beside me
There I see the pony herds
and the fires of the whiskey traders
and the golden dust hangs in the air
with the scream of the Blackfoot raiders
with the scream of the Blackfoot raiders
Last night I dreamed of Smugglers Cove
The seabirds all were wheeling
out on the riptide past Discovery Isle
where the killer whales come stealing
where the killer whales come stealing
