There's a place I'll always cherish, 'neath the blue Atlantic sky Where the shores down in Cape Breton bid the golden sun to rise And the fragrance of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns Back in dear old Nova Scotia, a place where I was born
The Scotian and the Ocean Limited, and the Maritime Express Their mighty engines throbbing, make their way towards the west And the sturdy fishin' schooners, sways so laz'ly to and fro' Nova Scotia is my sanctuary, and I love her so
For across the great Dominion, I have traveled far and wide Where the shores out in Vancouver, kiss the blue Pacific tide I have crossed the snow-capped Rockies, saw the wheat fields' golden blaze Headed back to Nova Scotia, where contented cattle graze
Where the pretty robin red breast, seeks its' loved ones in the trees And the French di'lect in old Quebec, keeps callin' out to me It seems to say, be on your way, there's a welcome at the door Where the kinfolks are a-waiting on that gay Atlantic shore
Down through beautiful New Brunswick and across the P.E.I. To the rock-bound coasts of Newfoundland, I'll love them till I die But if God came here on Earth with us and asked if he could rest I'd take him to my Nova Scotia home, the place that I love bestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
