Newfoundland Blessing

John Prince and A Piece Of The Rock

I feel the cold wind blowin’ from the far Atlantic sea.

I feel a warmth that’s hard to understand.

I guess it comes from knowing there’s a song within me,

Singing out a blessing to old Newfoundland .

And may the sun always shine on your wild wooded mountains.

May the sea be as one with your rugged hearts alone,

And may the doors of you homes always be open.

May God’s hand guide your boats back home.

See the Long Range Mountains climbing to the sky.

The Humber River flowing dark, cold, and free.

The daisy’s growing wild on the Bonne Bay hills,

Wave a Newfoundland Blessing to me.

And may the sun always shine on your wild wooded mountains.

May the sea be as one with your rugged hearts alone,

And may the doors of you homes always be open.

May God’s hand guide your boats back home.

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See the fishing boats glide ‘neath the blue harbour sky.

The sea gulls wheel from the rocks to the sea,

And the sun sets a gleam in the fisherman’s eye,

Shine a Newfoundland Blessing on me.

And may the sun always shine on your wild wooded mountains.

May the sea be as one with your rugged hearts alone,

And may the doors of you homes always be open.

May God’s hand guide your boats back home.

And may the sun always shine on your wild wooded mountains.

May the sea be as one with your rugged hearts alone,

And may the doors of you homes always be open.

May God’s hand guide your boats back home.

And may God’s hand guide your boats back home.