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You can smell the salt water on a warm summer night,
When you're walkin' along by the shore;
And a wave crashes up on the rocks with the tide,
The silence is filled with a roar.
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
Though we parted a long time ago;
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
And someday I'll be comin' home.
Fishermen lay out the blankets of cod
That dry in the warm summer sun,
Makin' a livin' ain't easy that way,
They know that it has to be done;
The old men still gather along the stage head
And they talk about days gone by,
They see the young fishermen fightin' the time
Just to find a way to get by.
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
Though we parted a long time ago;
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
And someday I'll be comin' home.
Cod stocks have dried up, it's said they're all gone,
But the Grand Banks they lure foreign men;
If the government, they don't stand up for our rights,
There'll be no home to go home to again.
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
Though we parted a long time ago;
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
And someday I'll be comin' home.
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
Though we parted a long time ago;
Oh lovely Newfoundland, I do still miss you,
And someday I'll be comin' home.
Comin' home.... Comin' home....
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Stage head - end of a fishing stage which extends over the water where fish is landed.
