She's a rocky isle in the ocean And she's pounded by wind from the sea You might think that she's rugged and cold But she's home sweet home to me.
She's bordered by inlets, tickles and sounds Reaches by coves and by bays She soothes your vision and you sail round her shores With a mixture of greens, browns and grays.
And the houses lie scattered among the rocks in the cove Trimmed with orange, green, yellow and blue In twillingate, Fogo and Little Hearts' Ease Fortune, Trout River, Fermeuse.
She's a rocky isle in the ocean And she's pounded by wind from the sea You might think that she's rugged and cold But she's home sweet home to me.
Been tortured for centuries her stories untold She struggled with fortunes unknown Laid bare by the glaciers as they scraped her to the bone Taking soil to make Grand Bank shoals.
She's been battered for eons by the cold biting winds Chewing rocks to soft beaches of sand And carving her face and giving us a place That we know call Newfoundland.
She's a rocky isle in the ocean And she's pounded by wind from the sea You might think that she's rugged and cold But she's home sweet home to me.
The ocean surrounds her, it gives and it takes Like shepherd, lion and lamb The pounding and grinding is a constant reminding Of the forces that follow the town
From the fury of a blizzard on a cold winter's night To the quiet of a warm summer's day All hardships forgotten, old debts are repaid With a day on a quiet peaceful bay.
She's a rocky isle in the ocean And she's pounded by wind from the sea You might think that she's rugged and cold But she's home sweet home to me.
She's a rocky isle in the ocean And she's pounded by wind from the sea You might think that she's rugged and cold But she's home sweet home to me.
Boy's she's home sweet home to me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
