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Oh, I hear the fifes a playin' high above the misty headlands.
A-hum the drums are drummin' down the long and briny shore.
My heart knows what they're sayin' - get in step and follow me, boy.
It's a song that they've been singin' for a thousand years or more.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
I say, come my son, I'll show you things, you've never seen before.
Come set your spirit free on the winds of history.
Hoist your sails, and chart a course, and go out and explore.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
Come home to Newfoundland and Labrador-or.
Well, I've always been a rover, I'd never settled down.
I searched the whole world over for things I never found.
Now I hear the ocean callin' with a voice so loud and strong.
Come on back to Newfoundland, that's where you belong.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
I say, come my son, I'll show you things, you've never seen before.
Come set your spirit free on the winds of history.
Hoist your sails, and chart a course, and go out and explore.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
Come home to Newfoundland and Labrador-or.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
I say, come my son, I'll show you things, you've never seen before.
Come set your spirit free on the winds of history.
Hoist your sails, and chart a course, and go out and explore.
Oh, the rollin' of the sea, is beckonin' to me.
Come home to Newfoundland and Labrador-or.
