My Nova Scotia Home

Hank Snow

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    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.

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    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...

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