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It's spring on the island, the ice is in the bay,
And the weather getting warmer now, soon be drifting away;
The boys are out troutin', or they're going on a tear,
It's spring on the island, I wish I was there.
All this boom towns got me down, I don't know why I came,
It must have been the money, though it works out just the same;
No matter how much I make. I spend as fast as I can make it,
And if I can afford a plane trip out, tomorrow I'd take it
I wish I had the money back I spent on all that beer,
Though God knows it's the only thing made it worth staying here;
But more than the money, wish I had the time I let slip by me,
Now there's more than one way to get into debt.
All they say that time is money, I think it's more than that,
I'll always have my pay cheque, never get my time back;
So it's time I have or don't I? Well, I think it's a crime,
And sometimes I think they're paying me for wasting my time.
It's spring on the island, the ice is in the bay,
And the weather getting warmer now, soon be drifting away;
The boys are out troutin', or they're going on a tear,
It's spring on the island, I wish I was there.
