My Nova Scotia Home — текст песни (Hank Snow)

There`s a place I`ll always cherish, `neath the blue Atlantic sky
Where the shores down in Cape Breton bid the golden sun to rise
And the fragrance of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns
Back in dear old Nova Scotia, a place where I was born

The Scotian and the Ocean Limited, and the Maritime Express
Their mighty engines throbbing, make their way towards the west
And the sturdy fishin` schooners, sways so laz`ly to and fro`
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary, and I love her so

For across the great Dominion, I have traveled far and wide
Where the shores out in Vancouver, kiss the blue Pacific tide
I have crossed the snow-capped Rockies, saw the wheat fields` golden blaze
Headed back to Nova Scotia, where contented cattle graze

Where the pretty robin red breast, seeks its` loved ones in the trees
And the French di`lect in old Quebec, keeps callin` out to me
It seems to say, be on your way, there`s a welcome at the door
Where the kinfolks are a-waiting on that gay Atlantic shore

Down through beautiful New Brunswick and across the P.E.I.
To the rock-bound coasts of Newfoundland, I`ll love them till I die
But if God came here on Earth with us and asked if he could rest
I`d take him to my Nova Scotia home, the place that I love best