Chorus:
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.
She's bordered by inlets, tickles and sounds
Reaches by coves and by bays
She soothes your vision and you sail round her shores
With a mixture of greens, browns and grays.
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.
Chorus:
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 struggled with fortunes unknown
Laid bare by the glaciers 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 know call Newfoundland.
Chorus:
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 shepherd, lion and lamb
The pounding and grinding is a constant reminding
Of the forces that follow the town
From the fury of a blizzard on a cold winter's night
To the quiet of a warm summer's day
All hardships forgotten, old debts are repaid
With a day on a quiet peaceful bay.
Chorus:
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.
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.
Boy's she's home sweet home to me.
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.
She's bordered by inlets, tickles and sounds
Reaches by coves and by bays
She soothes your vision and you sail round her shores
With a mixture of greens, browns and grays.
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.
Chorus:
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 struggled with fortunes unknown
Laid bare by the glaciers 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 know call Newfoundland.
Chorus:
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 shepherd, lion and lamb
The pounding and grinding is a constant reminding
Of the forces that follow the town
From the fury of a blizzard on a cold winter's night
To the quiet of a warm summer's day
All hardships forgotten, old debts are repaid
With a day on a quiet peaceful bay.
Chorus:
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.
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.
Boy's she's home sweet home to me.