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Well, the weather is against me and the wind's blowing hard,
The rain, it is turning into hail;
I shiver as I travel on the highway going west,
Wondering if I'll make it or I'll fail.
So goodbye to you, Marie, my love,
Maybe another place, another time;
That big Toronto city is calling me,
And I've gotta leave these Maritimes behind.
I will write to you a letter from time to time,
I'll tell of lucky breaks, and troubles, too;
Well they might be someone else's, and they might be mine,
I might even say I'm coming home to you.
So goodbye to you, Marie, my love,
Maybe another place, another time;
That big Toronto city is calling me,
And I've gotta leave these Maritimes behind.
Now I've been here in Toronto for a year or more,
The money and the wine are flowing free;
Yet sometimes when I'm alone in the quiet of my room,
I think of Newfoundland, and my Marie.
So goodbye to you, Marie, my love,
Maybe another place, another time;
That big Toronto city is calling me,
And I've gotta leave these Maritimes behind.
So goodbye to you, Marie, my love,
Maybe another place, another time;
That big Toronto city is calling me,
And I've gotta leave these Maritimes behind.
Recorded by John Barr aka "Little" John Cameron from Blantyre, Scotland and Torbay, NL [1943-2002] (Sit Down, Mr. Music Man ©1967 Boot Records, Toronto).
