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Walk down by the ocean in the early morning mist,
Listen to the foghorn's lonely song;
The waves were gently crashing on the rocks around the shore,
As the fishing boats went out to meet the dawn.
The air is filled with streams of mist as whales were gliding by,
A silent beauty broke apart the sea;
Seagulls flying motionless on winds that stirred the waves,
As I realize I'm where I want to be.
There's a rugged beauty to this island,
A certain sense of freedom in the air,
Wraps its arms around your soul, and no matter where you go,
You know your heart will always belong here, at home.
People still say hi to you when you walk down the street,
The welcome mat is always by the door;
You'll always get a friendly word from people that you meet,
As they ask you to sit down and talk some more.
A little glimmer in their eye as they go back to the past,
The cloud of how they struggled but survived;
Neighbours were like family and helped everyone in need,
Always seemed to go the extra mile.
There's a rugged beauty to this island,
A certain sense of freedom in the air,
Wraps its arms around your soul, and no matter where you go,
You know your heart will always belong here, at home.
There's a rugged beauty to this island,
A certain sense of freedom in the air,
Wraps its arms around your soul, and no matter where you go,
You know your heart will always belong here,
You know your heart will always belong here, at home.
Recorded by Danny Randell on his 2008 CD: Danny Randell - Standing There.
