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There's a place that's dear to me,
It's an Island in the sea,
Where the caribou and the busy beaver roam;
With its marsh and ponds and streams,
And its lovely forest green,
Fogo Island is my sanctuary home.
Sturdy fishing boats do glide
Through the fog and the wind and tide
To the grounds where grand-daddy used his sail;
With their nets and traps and trawl
They have skills to use them all,
Making a livin' from the sea, this is no tale.
There's a place that's dear to me,
It's an Island in the sea,
Where the caribou and the busy beaver roam;
With its marsh and ponds and streams,
And its lovely forest green,
Fogo Island is my sanctuary home.
We have a ferry boat that's grand,
She's the pride of our island,
Bringing trucks and cars and food and passengers, too;
Making three round trips each day,
Crossing o'er the stormy bay,
Fogo Island washed by the waves of the ocean blue.
There's a place that's dear to me,
It's an Island in the sea,
Where the caribou and the busy beaver roam;
With its marsh and ponds and streams,
And its lovely forest green,
Fogo Island is my sanctuary home.
