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Something keeps passin' in my mind,
A little white flower I left so far behind;
She can compare to the fairest in the land,
'Cause she is my white rose of Newfoundland.
I left a long time ago and headed for old T.O.
To see if I could earn my way;
I soon found out in this old city that things are rough,
So I'm headed home again, I've had enough.
I called her on the phone, told her I was coming home,
If she could be there when my boat arrived;
She said, don't worry, honey, for you know that I'll be there,
I realized how much I missed that rose.
She's my white rose of Newfoundland I left so far behind,
And I'll always remember her until the day I die;
There's one thing I surely know, I'm going home to stay,
To my white rose of Newfoundland back home in Trinity Bay.
I finally reached the island where I'd like to call my home,
She was there waiting for me, standing all alone;
She threw her arms around me saying, never leave no more,
I said, don't worry, darling, for I never more will roam.
I remember her standing there as pretty as could be,
That little white rose of mine will live in memory;
And I can't recall how many times I wanted her to know,
My white rose of Newfoundland, I'll always love her so.
She's my white rose of Newfoundland I left so far behind,
And I'll always remember her until the day I die;
There's one thing I surely know, I'm going home to stay,
To my white rose of Newfoundland back home in Trinity Bay.
She's my white rose of Newfoundland back home in Trinity Bay.
Barry Dewling wrote White Rose Of Newfoundland for his mother.
