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Oh, tonight a teardrop fills my eye when I recall my home,
So many years have passed away since I first crossed the foam;
To seek and serve my fortune there, and I still regret the day,
That I bid my loving friends good-bye on the hillsides of Torbay.
My boyhood days were happy there, our friends were young and free,
We roamed up over Manning's Hill, and we gazed upon the scene;
As evening shadows slowly fell, homeward we would go,
To join our Mom in evening prayer on the hillsides of Torbay.
From Quarry Lane to Gallows Cove, that's where I long to be,
I'd like to see that little school where as I child I played;
And to see our priest and holy nuns that saved my childhood days,
And all my life I'm grateful for that convent in Torbay.
Oh, now I'm grey and growing old, my hair is turning grey,
Those lovely thoughts of childhood, they will haunt me night and day;
And before tonight I go to sleep, to the Lord above I'll pray,
Just to take me home across the foam to the hillsides of Torbay.
Recorded by Patrick Moran and Chris Andrews (No Place Like Home)
