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I remember going to Nan's house on a Sunday afternoon,
She'd always be around the old wood stove, cookin' up a stew;
Every time that we was there we always had a feed,
I remember all the good times in that house in Trinity East.
Well, I grew up in Toronto, far away from Newfoundland,
Mom and Dad they raised me right, the best they can;
And I knew that every summer there would always be some peace,
'Cause we would visit Nan in that house in Trinity East.
And I just can't wait to get back there once more,
I remember Nan just waitin' by the door;
And I can still see her there by the window in her chair,
It's almost like she is still here.
Now the years roll on by and I know that she's gone,
She's resting beside poppies now in them green fields at home;
And you know I miss her, to say the least,
But I still visit that old house back home in Trinity East.
And I just can't wait to get back there once more,
I remember Nan just waitin' by the door;
And I can still see her there by the window in her chair,
It's almost like she is still here.
And I can still see her there by the window in her chair,
It's almost like she is still here.
