As I stand here tonight by the ocean,
My thoughts wander over the sea;
To that island way out in the Atlantic,
Where my home ties are calling to me.
I miss that island way out there,
Where I was born, where I grew up and lived;
To be back there again with my loved ones,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.
Where the seagulls fly over the water,
And the mountains reach out in the sea;
And the moon shines on Newfoundland waters,
And my home ties are calling to me.
Oh, the years have gone by I remember,
When I walked on that old rugged shore;
To be back there again with my loved ones,
I'd love to be with them once more.
I miss that island way out there,
Where I was born, where I grew up and lived;
To be back there again with my loved ones,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.
Where the seagulls fly over the water,
And the mountains reach out in the sea;
And the moon shines on Newfoundland waters,
And my home ties are calling to me.
I miss that island way out there,
Where I was born, where I grew up and lived;
To be back there again with my loved ones,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.
Where the seagulls fly over the water,
And the mountains reach out in the sea;
And the moon shines on Newfoundland waters,
And my home ties are calling to me.
Yes, my home ties are calling to me.