Do you know what it’s like
to be an offshore worker’s wife,
and to hear that his life it was taken?

Or a mother whose daughter
bid’s her farewell,
to spend days working
out on the oil rigs?

T’was a morning so calm
when the workers did board
Cougar Flight 491.
Felt nothing to fear
as they put on their gear
heading for White Rose
and Hibernia oilfields.

Sleep did overtake
a few who were used to
the flight, but awoke
too soon to the news
of a problem.
And the pilot did tell
them to don
suits of survival
for cold frigid waters.

The ocean it holds no
passion for souls
who provide a life
by the water.
And you wonder to God
how your life will go on
when the one you
love’s taken so early.

The skies and the sea
mirror Newfoundland’s life
of a people so proud, so adoring.
And life does go on for the fisherman’s son
who still travels the skies ‘bove the water.
He sill travels the cold frigid waters.
For oil’s now the way for each to
provide for the lives of their son’s and their
daughter’s.

But lest we forget
the brave faces of those who’ve
succumb to the life of offshoremen.
We will never forget the lives
that were lost and god bless the only survivor.
Yes, God bless Cougar’s only survivor.