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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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I know a man whose spirit's in the sea,
He also likes to walk in the forest through the trees;
His face is weather-beaten but he's always full of glee,
And he comes around quite often just to have a chat with me.
And he would talk about the woods, and he would talk about the bay,
Talk about the big ones that always got away;
He would talk about the ships, 'cause he was a sailor man,
Everything he talked about was Newfoundland.
His hair is ghostly grey and his speech is rather slow,
But his stories are worth a fortune, he's worth his weight in gold;
He would come around a lot, he would often say to me:
Come over to the house, me son, we'll have a drop of tea.
And he would talk about the woods, and he would talk about the bay,
Talk about the big ones that always got away;
He would talk about the ships, 'cause he was a sailor man,
Everything he talked about was Newfoundland.
I came home late one evening, he was talkin' to me dad,
They were talkin' about some good old times when they were only lads;
Some stories they were funny, some more of them were bad,
They would often make me smile, and they would often make me sad.
And he would talk about the woods, and he would talk about the bay,
Talk about the big ones that always got away;
He would talk about the ships, 'cause he was a sailor man,
Everything he talked about was Newfoundland.
He was on the Labrador where he fished for many years,
And when he'd come home in the fall, he'd have some tales for us to hear;
When storytime was right, he would light up his pipe,
We would sit around the woodstove, he would talk for half the night.
And he would talk about the woods, and he would talk about the bay,
Talk about the big ones that always got away;
He would talk about the ships, 'cause he was a sailor man,
Everything he talked about was Newfoundland.
I know you wouldn't believe me, but I tell ya that it's true,
Every story that he told was meant for me and you;
Newfoundlanders tell their hist'ry through stories, poems and songs,
So sit right back, kick up your feet and help me sing along.
And he would talk about the woods, and he would talk about the bay,
Talk about the big ones that always got away;
He would talk about the ships, 'cause he was a sailor man,
Everything he talked about was Newfoundland.
Yes, everything he talked about was Newfoundland.