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Today as I looked out my window,
For a moment I gazed all around;
My mind travelled back to my childhood,
To where fondest memories are found.
To a quaint little town on the ocean,
On the tip of a province so fine;
The great northern town of St. Anthony,
Is a place I will always call mine.
But I'm way out on the prairie,
Four thousand miles away;
Letting my memories take me,
Back home to visit today.
My friends never change in my memory,
They're young and they never grow old;
They still have the same young sweethearts,
Still swim in the same swimming hole.
The men in the fisheries still prosper,
They still haul their traps every day;
Their boats still go out every morning,
In my memory it don't go away.
But I'm way out on the prairie,
Four thousand miles away;
Letting my memories take me,
Back home to visit today.
If I could stop this world from turning,
And flip back the pages of time,
I'd make everything as it once was,
Just like it is in my mind.
But I'm way out on the prairie,
Four thousand miles away;
Letting my memories take me,
Back home to visit today.
But I'm way out on the prairie,
Four thousand miles away;
Letting my memories take me,
Back home to visit today.
