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Talking to an old friend I haven't seen in years,
Wondering who's moved away and who's still living here;
There's been so many changes, it seems so long ago,
We played upon a dusty road in a town called Burgeo.
A new town hall is standing where we used to run and play,
Went to see our neighbours, but they had moved away;
It seems that only strangers now that I meet on the road,
There was a time I knew them all in a town called Burgeo.
Barren but beautiful this little town of ours,
Walking by the hillside, picking berries and wild flowers;
Standing by the seaside, feel the ocean breezes blow,
Barren but beautiful, a town called Burgeo.
Listen to the seagulls as they sing their mournful song,
Little boats go out to sea in the early morning dawn;
To see old friends and reminisce about days of old,
And walk the streets where I was born in a town called Burgeo.
Barren but beautiful this little town of ours,
Walking by the hillside, picking berries and wild flowers;
Standing by the seaside, feel the ocean breezes blow,
Barren but beautiful, a town called Burgeo.
Barren but beautiful, a town called Burgeo.
Recorded by Stan McDonald (Helplessly Watching, trk#4, 2000, self-produced, recorded at Sim's Studio, Belleoram, NL, and manufactured by SWC Productions, English Harbour West).
