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Today I returned to my homeland, the place of my birth,
Be it ever so humble, to me it will always come first;
Now there's nobody left there, the people have all up and gone,
And sadly I stand on the spot that our house once stood on.
Then I sat on the rock that for years stood outside our door,
And watched as the sea beats against the wild rugged shore;
I pictured the boats being moored in the harbour below,
And the vegetable garden planted and ready to grow.
When the people all lived there we had us a neat little town,
If we had a problem, it seemed everyone would come 'round;
Then we went to their place when they had one of their own,
We were good friends and neighbours and that's how it was shown.
I remember our mother out washing our clothes nice and clean,
It was done on a washboard, we had no washing machine;
With the clothes on the bushes, down to the flake she would run,
To turn the salt codfish before it would burn in the sun.
So, come all you good people who had moved from your home just like me,
And have travelled and settled in parts of this big counterie;
And when you go back there to visit the place you call home,
It's sad but it's true, there'd be no one to welcome you home.
When the people all lived there we had us a neat little town,
If we had a problem, it seemed everyone would come 'round;
Then we went to their place when they had one of their own,
We were good friends and neighbours and that's how it was shown.
It's sad but it's true, there'd be no one to welcome you home.