Along our eastern coast there's a place that I love most,
An island with her shores of rocky sand;
Where the northwind winds are cold, but the people I am told,
None can compare with folks from Newfoundland.
They'll greet you with a smile and ask you to stay awhile,
They'll make you feel like home from where you came;
Makes no difference who you are or if you came from afar,
Their home is yours, they'll love you just the same.
My island Newfoundland, with your shores of rocky sand,
God bless and keep you just the way you are;
Haven't got much time to go, I'll be headed home, you know,
I'll be in my cabin playing my old guitar.
I'll sit and watch the tide with my Aggie by my side,
We'll walk the shores and hear the seagulls sing;
We'll be happy then to see on that island in the sea,
This life I know that time will surely bring.
Now I must leave you all, hope to see you in the fall,
My friends and people from my native land;
If you're ever in T.O., look me up and say hello,
God bless you all from dear old Newfoundland.
My island Newfoundland, with your shores of rocky sand,
God bless and keep you just the way you are;
Haven't got much time to go, I'll be headed home, you know,
I'll be in my cabin playing my old guitar.
I'll be in my cabin playing my old guitar.