#03406
Missing My Island Home (Edward Legge) video
#2156: YouTube video by newfieman7765
©2014 ~ Used with permission ~

Every May I take my brother
to Deer Lake to catch a plane,
To make a living, not wanting to go,
while hiding the pain;
Returning in October after working
all Summer in Alberta away,
Landing at the airport,
so glad to be back - it's a happy day.

Making a living and earning a pay,
working as hard as I can,
But, oh how I miss my hometown
and family back in Newfoundland;
I can't wait to get back and
cut fire wood and hunt small game,
These things I do cherish,
and living here is just not the same.

I have so much to be thankful for
like fresh air and the winter snow,
Ice fishing and trouting,
and so many places to go;
I'll enjoy having my friends
over for a drink or two,
We'll have a great scoff
eating my rabbit stew.

Making a living and earning a pay,
working as hard as I can,
But, oh how I miss my hometown
and family back in Newfoundland;
I can't wait to get back and
cut fire wood and hunt small game,
These things I do cherish,
and living here is just not the same.

On my skidoo I'll take a ride
to my father's cabin by Flat Bay Brook,
As I look at the snow capped mountains
and the valleys I could write a book;
The sound of silence is everywhere,
and how I love to be here,
With the freedom of this island
we can live without fear.

Making a living and earning a pay,
working as hard as I can,
But, oh how I miss my hometown
and family back in Newfoundland;
I can't wait to get back and
cut fire wood and hunt small game,
These things I do cherish,
and living here is just not the same.
These things I do cherish,
and living here is just not the same.

####.... Edward Legge and Elton White ©2012 ....####
Recorded by Edward Legge of St Georges, NL (My Forever Love, trk#6, 2012 CD, Independent, produced at Robinsound Studio, Stephenville, NL, produced, mixed and mastered by Troy Rubia, lead guitar by Stan Young, distributed by Island Treasures, Corner Brook, NL).

Edward Legge notes:
This is a song that a friend and I wrote together about my brother Richard who works away for six months and sorely misses Newfoundland.

From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Scoff - cooked meal at sea or ashore, especially at night and often part of an impromptu party; such a repast prepared with 'bucked' or stolen ingredients.



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