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Coming
Home
The early morning mist is
cool upon my face, my heart quickens as we near
it's been years since being
home, as my eyes well up with tears
the waves of love, the
water around, the cries of gulls I hear
pull the strings on me
heart....my family's so ever near.
I
see the distant shore, coming closer as I take in the view
the coves an inlets lie
in the mist, the lights do sparkle too
it's a view of beauty,
this island I love, oh how I miss it so
takes me back to days
gone by, to life I use to know
Soon i'll step on its
rugged shore, and feel the earth below
and know deep down within
my heart, tis where my heart doth go
For in this calm
stillness, under foot of rock and sand
there's no other feeling
like this, coming home to Newfoundland.
*picture by Ira Crummey
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