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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 village with its customs and its ways,
The little town of Carmanville, my home of childhood days.
Where the people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on the island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
And to live again in Newfoundland, my home of childhood time.
Those childhood days were happy and 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 it stays a little sore,
And 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 the island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
And to live again in Newfoundland, my home of childhood time.
I'd love to watch the sailboats again as they glide across the bay,
And to see once more the farmers sow the seeds and cut the hay;
On this island there's no strangers here, everybody is your friend,
The little isle of Newfoundland, someday I'll see again.
Where the people make a living on the land and on the sea,
There are people on the island that mean the world to me;
I wish I had the power to change the course of time,
And to live again in Newfoundland, my home of childhood time.
To live again in Newfoundland, my home of childhood time.
