Bell Island boy, you left your life behind you,
Left all because you felt the urge to roam,
To change the dreams that came to you in childhood,
To change the dreams that took you far from home.
But when you left you carried something with you,
The music of your homeland in your soul;
You made the world aware of where you came from,
Though fame and fortune never was your goal.
The music that you loved was in your bloodstream,
And when you played and sang the songs you knew,
You gave your best if there were few or many,
Because the music was a part of you.
Bell Island boy, you found a new life waiting,
Far, far away where you roamed;
Put your heart and soul into your music,
And gave the world the songs you learned back home.
Then you walked down the path to fame and fortune,
You sang your song and you were on top shelf;
You found the thing most people only dream of,
But then you found you couldn't be yourself.
You gave up the life most only fee and fancy,
And chose to be someone you knew you were;
But to all the friends and fans who knew and loved you,
For years forever more will be a star.
Bell Island boy, your island home remembers,
The native son left the isle to roam,
Who nevermore will ever see Bell Island,
Who's resting now a long, long way from home.
He's resting now a long, long way from home.