She is as much a part of me
As my mind, my soul, my heart…
Her rugged shores; her granite hills
I’m lost when we’re apart!

I want to roam familiar trails,
In the land where my father stood!
To breathe her pure unsullied air,
Sure there’s nowhere else I could!

I can hear the old familiar jigs
The ones that touch your toes!
There’s a welcome mat at every door
As every Newfie knows!

There simply is no place on earth,
Where I would rather be
Her rugged unspoiled pine clad hills
A magnificent sight to see!

And when I’ve been away too long
She calls in a soothing tone…
I hear her voice and my spirit soars
Cause I know I’m going home!

My roots are firmly planted there,
On this island rich and pure!
Beautiful isle of Newfoundland
You’re part of me for sure!

© Annabel Sheila