Home to Newfoundland

I found a part of me I’d thought I’d lost

On the rock bound coast of Newfoundland

It felt like so much like coming home again

I hope to make you try to understand

The people there make you feel welcome

Like you are lost brothers and sisters found

Their laughter and happiness is infectious

The food no where else so fine can be found

Things like fish and brewis and figgy’s duff

Even a fine jigs dinner for a just a few

Bolagna with your eggs at breakfast

Some partridge berry jam on toast too

Music of the squeeze box, fiddle and guitar

Fill the night air on St. George Street

Where a hundred bars line the lane

Old and new friends all you’ll greet

The great ships coming up the harbour

Following old St John’s guiding light

The jelly bean coloured rows of houses

Children’s blocks tumbling bright

So much history in this island

Where the Vikings eased their thirst

Where John Cabot anchored off shore

And the Mayflower stopped here first

Newfoundland the home of my mother

The mother I hold in my heart so dear

As I walked in footsteps she once thread

I felt her loving spirit with me there

I tell you Friends I swear it’s true

If it’s a place to feel at home you need

Newfoundland is our new world’s paradise

It truly is indeed….indeed!