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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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In my dreams I have wandered to a land so far away,
It's a quiet little village nestled down in Fortune Bay;
Where the people are friendly, it's where I long to be,
A little place called Belleoram this is home sweet home to me.
I remember the good times when we walked off to school,
And the teacher would try, too, to teach the Golden Rule;
There was hunting and fishing and swimming galore,
Dancing and parties all along our rocky shore.
At the early age of sixteen years I left my native land,
And took up adventure like any young man;
From Halifax to New York City and Bermuda's sunny shore,
The St. Lawrence River and the Bay of Fundy sure.
From St. John's to Bonavista and Burin's rocky shore,
'Cross to English Harbour and I'll soon be home once more;
Then my old friends will greet me and say welcome home,
It's been a long time since you left us to roam.
Now the years have rolled onward, many places I have seen,
I forgot familiar faces and I made so many friends;
But each time that I travel my thoughts begin to stray,
Back to that little village nestled down in Fortune Bay.
Where the people are friendly, it's where I long to be,
A little place called Belleoram this is home sweet home to me.