I left my home in St. John's city,
In Newfoundland many years ago;
I must go back, must follow my heart,
Back to my home, never more to part.
Oh, to see again the life on the harbour,
From old Shea Heights, what a beautiful sight;
While ships at our gate lay gently swaying,
Protect her from the fury of the sea.
I've seen the sun rolled out on Galway,
No wonder it inspired a song;
I've been to Dublin, seen the green banks of Antrim,
But I still think my home is St. John's.
Oh, I miss my home, I miss my people,
On old Shea Heights where I was born;
I must go back, must follow my heart,
Back to my home, never more to part.
Back to my home, never more to part.