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The sound of the ocean is calling to me,
Calling me home to its shore;
I've been away forever or at least that's how it seems,
If I ever make it back I'll leave no more.
Folks are now much older than they used to be,
And the day will come they'll need a helping hand;
I hope to be there for them like they were there for me,
That's why I'm heading home to Newfoundland.
Jobs are getting fewer and the young folks are all gone,
But the old folks they say will never leave;
I heard there's potential for the nickel and the oil,
It'll never be the way it used to be.
Folks are now much older than they used to be,
And the day will come they'll need a helping hand;
I hope to be there for them like they were there for me,
That's why I'm heading home to Newfoundland.
Well, it's an age-old story, no matter where you are,
If you listen I think you'll understand;
We're spread across this country and we're just killing time,
Till the day we all head home to Newfoundland.
Folks are now much older than they used to be,
And the day will come they'll need a helping hand;
I hope to be there for them like they were there for me,
That's why I'm heading home to Newfoundland.
Folks are now much older than they used to be,
And the day will come they'll need a helping hand;
Well, I hope to be there for them like they were there for me,
That's why I'm heading home to Newfoundland.
Can't wait to head back home to Newfoundland.
I'm leaving today for Newfoundland.
