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At the age of fourteen years I left my home in tears,
Never knowing if I'd ever return again;
Though my life up here was good, no one really understood,
How my heart has always been in Newfoundland.
And home is where my heart lies,
As it has and it will for evermore;
Home is where my heart lies,
As I left it, there on that rugged shore.
In the summer I played ball, watched Dan Duffy bait his trawl,
Walked that rocky shore a thousand times or more;
Come winter on the pond, with homemade sticks the game was on,
Oh, how those old memories fill my mind.
All those friends I left behind, they still wander through my mind,
As I recall my days in Newfoundland;
We'd climb upon that hill, our town below I can see it still,
Oh, how I'd love to live there one more time.
And home is where my heart lies,
As it has and it will for evermore;
Home is where my heart lies,
As I left it, there on that rugged shore.
One day we got the news, with no work we had to move,
We were leaving for Ontario;
I ran down to that shore that I'd never see no more,
Cried a million tears as my heart was just breaking;
With my heart there on the ground, picked my chin up, I turned around,
Packed up my things, got on that westbound plane.
And home is where my heart lies,
As it has and it will for evermore;
Home is where my heart lies,
As I left it, there on that rugged shore.
My heart lies on that rugged shore.
