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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 city with its customs and its ways,
Corner Brook, where I was born, 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 that it stays a little sore,
That's the reason I left home and can't go back no more.
Where the people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on this island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
To live again in Newfoundland, home of childhood time.
Spoken:
I'd like to watch the sailboats as they glide across the bay,
To see again the farmers sow the seed and cut the hay;
You know, this island has no strangers, everybody is your friend,
The island of Newfoundland, I'd love to see again.
Where the people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on this island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
To live again in Newfoundland, home of childhood time.
A variant was arranged and recorded as Isle Of Newfoundland by Dick Nolan (Fisherman's Boy, RCA CS 2576, St. John's, NL, 1972).
A variant was also arranged and recorded as Isle Of Newfoundland by Roy Payne.
