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I left my home when I was just a lad,
Because of the circumstances that I had;
It was time for me to leave,
Say goodbye to my family,
And face this old world on my own.
We've been leaving the island for years,
You could fill the oceans with our mothers' tears;
For each tear we cried,
We had our reasons why,
We had to go and live out somewhere else.
Well, all that I can ask and all that I can pray,
Is that I'll die in Newfoundland on a summer's day.
I can hear the roar and the rumble of the city outside,
But all I have to do is close my eyes,
And I can feel the ocean breeze,
Blowing in from the Labrador,
And it reminds me of that island in the sea.
Well, all that I can ask and all that I can pray,
Is that I'll die in Newfoundland on a summer's day.
Times have been hard everywhere,
But there's more and more of us leaving every year;
Who is to blame, and will things ever change
For the children and for you and me?
Well, all that I can ask and all that I can pray,
Is that I'll die in Newfoundland on a summer's day.
Yes, all that I can ask and all that I can pray,
Is that I'll die in Newfoundland on a summer's day.
