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All are proud and all is well,
Every place on this island,
Got its own little story to tell;
With a lazy wave traced in grey, chimney smoke climbs the sky,
And like the Northern Lights on a Labrador night, hospitality shines.
Can't say goodbye.
I wanna stay where the people never change,
Far away from the madness of a world rearranged;
Cradled in arms of old Atlantic,
It's with her we make our stand.
And just to breathe the air,
I'd stay in Newfoundland.
From along the shores, to the crowded towns,
From the highest apartment in the city,
To a house on a cliff where the ocean is the only sound,
Passed down through the years, with the dreams and the tears,
Are customs carved in stone;
And lifelong friends will gather till the end,
Here where they call home,
For those who had to roam.
They wanna stay where the people never change,
Far away from the madness of a world rearranged;
Cradled in arms of old Atlantic,
It's with her we make our stand.
And just to breathe the air,
I'd stay in Newfoundland.
If some day you come our way, you'll be well received,
Theres a cool wind off the water and there's room to breathe.
Gonna stay where the people never change,
Far away from the madness of a world rearranged;
Cradled in arms of old Atlantic,
It was her that led us here.
And just to breathe the air,
I'd stay in Newfoundland.
Just to breathe the air,
I'd stay in Newfoundland.
To breathe the air on a nice day here,
I wanna be in Newfoundland.... just to breathe the air.
