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In the cold Canadian waters, north from the coast of Maine,
There's an island called Newfoundland, swept by snow, wind and rain;
On the island there's a village with its customs and its ways,
The little town of Carmanville, home of childhood days.
Those childhood days were something, carefree all the time,
There's a girl in every story and you know there's one in mine;
She broke my heart so often, it stays a little sore,
That's the reason I left home, can't go back no more.
The people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on the island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
To live again in Newfoundland, the home of childhood time.
I'd like to watch the sailboats as they glide across the bay,
To see again the farmers sow the seeds and cut the hay;
The island has no strangers 'cause everybody is your friend,
The island of Newfoundland, I'd like to see again.
The people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on the island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
To live again in Newfoundland, the home of childhood time.
