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A rock in the ocean, a place that is grand,
An island of fury we call Newfoundland;
The people are friendly, a class of their own,
A rock in the ocean I call home.
The people have lived here from centuries gone by,
Migrating from England and the south'ly isles;
While some came from Erin and Scotland too,
A rock in the ocean I'm from you.
The times are fast changing, people moving away,
They're moving to westward, far from the bay;
A new life to greet them, re-training is o'er,
A rock in the ocean what's in store?
Where will it all end now, the old but same,
The songs and the stories have long fade' away;
From family roots to fishing grounds,
And our style of talking too.
A rock in the ocean I miss you.
[spoken] From family roots to fishing grounds,
And our style of talking too;
[sung] A rock in the ocean I miss you,
A rock in the ocean [spoken] I'll always be true.
