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He left his dear old eastern home for a place where work was plenty,
Been working here for three whole months and he never saved a penny;
He said, I wish I was in Newfie, I wish I was back home,
If I was in Newfie I'd never feel alone.
He needs to get himself a girl, someone to call him honey,
But the girls up here won't look at you unless you got lots of money;
He said I wish I was in Newfie, I wish I was back home,
If I was in Newfie I'd never feel alone.
I love the deep blue ocean, I love the hills and curves,
I love the way that Newfies talk when they say, "Oh, me nerves."
Well, he said, I wish I was in Newfie, I wish I was back home,
If I was in Newfie I'd never feel alone.
I don't like the weather here, I may sound like a fool,
In the summer time it gets too hot, in the winter time too cool;
Well, I wish I was in Newfie, I wish I was back home,
If I was in Newfie I'd never feel alone.
Then one day he got sick of work and walked right out the door,
And he went on back to Newfoundland to live forevermore;
He's going back where he belongs to ones who really care,
He'll go to school and get a trade and never come back here.
And now he's back in Newfie, and now he's going back home,
And now he's back in Newfie, and nevermore to roam.
