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Song For Newfoundland

She's bordered by inlets, tickles and sounds
By reaches, by coves and by bays;
She soothes your vision as you sail round her shores
With a mixture of greens, browns and greys;
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's struggled with fortunes unknown
Laid bare by the glaziers 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 now 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 sheppard, lion and lamb.
The pounding and grinding is a constant reminding
Of the forces that follow the calm.
From the fury of a blizzard on a cold winter's day
To the quiet of a warm summer's day
All hardships forgotten, old debts all repaid
With a day on the 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.

####.... Wayne Chaulk of Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers....####
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