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My Homestead By The Sea (The Newfie Trio) video
#377A: YouTube video by G Malone
©2013 ~ Used with permission ~

My father lived on this island
For sixty-five years now and more,
He fished the cold ocean waters,
Just like his father before;
Built a home and raised a family,
And kept the community strong,
Then he passed his trade on to his children,
When our generation came along.

And the fishermen sailed from the harbour,
As they made their way out to the sea;
And the home fires burned, waiting for their return,
To their homestead down by the sea.

My brother and I fished together,
Caught our share of cod fish to sell,
Built our homes overlooking the ocean,
In the village that we loved so well;
Once a week, all dressed in our Sunday best,
In the little white church above the town,
We'd give thanks and sing praise
for the blessings He gave,
Good fortune and friends all around.

And the fishing boats stayed in the harbour,
As a warm breeze blew from the sea;
And the children sang as the church bells rang,
In our village down by the sea.

The Feds came around, said we're closing you down,
You can't bring no more cod fish ashore,
If you move you'll get paid to learn a new trade,
And you won't have to fish any more;
Our children, still eager for knowledge,
All went back to school with their friends,
They moved to the city from college,
And never came back home again.

Now the cold wind blows on the island,
And the white caps form on the sea;
The shutters crack on that weathered old shack,
That was home sweet home to me.

Sometimes I go back and stand on the wharf,
Looking out with the wind in my hair,
Then I turn and look back at that weathered old shack,
I think of the good times we shared;
In my mind I still see how good life used to be,
For my good wife, our children and I,
But I know now that's gone, so I turn and move on,
As I wipe the tears from my eyes.

And wind blows cold on the island,
And the white caps form on the sea;
The shutters crack on that weathered old shack,
That was home sweet home to me.

Yes, the wind blows cold on the island,
And the white caps form on the sea;
The shutters crack on that weathered old shack,
That was home sweet home to me.
The shutters crack on that weathered old shack,
That was home sweet home to me.

####.... John Hollohan of Summerville and Gander, NL. ©2004. Written by request for Hal and Herb, The Newfie Trio ....####
See more songs by John Hollohan.

This variant of John Hollohan's original song was recorded by Hal and Herb (Every Newfie's Dream / Hal and Herb, The Newfie Trio, trk#2, 2004, produced by Tom Morrissey, Hal Osmond, and Herb Nicholas, recorded at the Tudor House Pub, Victoria, British Columbia and at HB Studios, Victoria, British Columbia).

#377B: YouTube video by G Malone
©2008 ~ Used with permission ~

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