It's been eight years
I miss my home
That old town where the waters cold
And the clouds turn pink in the midnight sky
And all the things I didn't do
Never jumped off that cliff into sandy shores
Never walked down town in the burning cold
Never skipped off school to shop in the mall
It's been eight years
I'm going home
That beautiful town where the waters are salt
And the clouds turn yellow in the setting sun
All the things I'm soon to do
Drive near the harbour and listen to the jigs
Listen to the news walking down water street
Watch the ladies dance from bar to bar
It's been eight years
I'm going to stay in my home
Where the people sing in pride of the land
Where the clouds shimmer brightly in the capital of Newfoundland
