| #8: YouTube video by kureal ℗2007 ~ Used with permission ~ |
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 as
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.
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 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 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 all repaid,
With a day on a 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.
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.
Boys, she's home sweet home to me.
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The video below features an excellent solo guitar performance by Tony Archibald from Port St Mary on the Isle of Man.| #909: YouTube video by threelegsoman ℗2012 ~ Used with permission ~ |
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[A] She's a rocky [E] isle in the [A] ocean,
And she's [D] pounded by [A] wind from the [E] sea;
[A] You might think that
she's [D] rugged and [A] cold,
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
(Capo 1st Fret)
She's bordered by inlets, [D] tickles, and [A] sounds,
By reaches, by [D] coves and by [E] bays;
She [D] soothes your [E] vision
as you [A] sail 'round her shores,
With a mixture of [E] greens, browns and [A] greys.
And the [E] houses lie scattered
among the [D] rocks in the [A] cove,
Trimmed with orange, green,
[E] yellow, and [D] blue;
In [A] Twillingate [E] Fogo,
and [A] Little Hearts [D] Ease,
[A] Fortune, Trout [E] River, Fer- [A] meuse.
[A] She's a rocky [E] isle in the [A] ocean,
And she's [D] pounded by [A] wind from the [E] sea;
[A] You might think that
she's [D] rugged and [A] cold,
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
Been tortured for centuries,
her [D] stories [A] untold,
She struggled with [D] fortunes [E] unknown;
Laid [D] bare by the [E] glaciers
as they [A] scraped her to the bone,
Taking [A] soil to make [E] Grand Bank [A] shoals.
She's been [E] battered for eons,
by the [D] cold, biting [A] winds,
Chewing rocks to soft [E] beaches of [D] sand;
And [A] carving her [E] face,
and [A] giving us a [D] place,
That we [A] now call [E] Newfound- [A] land.
[A] She's a rocky [E] isle in the [A] ocean,
And she's [D] pounded by [A] wind from the [E] sea;
[A] You might think that
she's [D] rugged and [A] cold,
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
The ocean surrounds her,
it [D] gives and it [A] takes,
Like shepherd, [D] lion, and [E] lamb;
The [D] pounding and [E] grinding
is a [A] constant [D] reminding,
Of the [A] forces that [E] follow the [A] calm.
From the [E] fury of a blizzard
on a [D] cold winter's [A] day,
To the quiet of a [E] warm summer's [D] day;
All [A] hardships [E] forgotten,
old [A] debts all [D] repaid,
With a [A] day on a [E] quiet, peaceful [A] bay.
[A] She's a rocky [E] isle in the [A] ocean,
And she's [D] pounded by [A] wind from the [E] sea;
[A] You might think that
she's [D] rugged and [A] cold,
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
[A] She's a rocky [E] isle in the [A] ocean,
And she's [D] pounded by [A] wind from the [E] sea;
[A] You might think that
she's [D] rugged and [A] cold,
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
But she's home sweet [E] home to [A] me.
~ Chords contributed by Bob Dumais ~
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