My Nova Scotia Home - Remastered
There's a place I'll always cherish, 'neath the blue Atlantic skies
Where the shores down in Cape Breton bids 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 lazily to and fro
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary, and I love it so
Far 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 dialect 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 'til 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
Where the shores down in Cape Breton bids 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 lazily to and fro
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary, and I love it so
Far 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 dialect 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 'til 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
Credits
Writer(s): Clarence E. Snow
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- The Lost Souvenir Collection
- The Guitar Stylings of Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Sings Your Favorite Country Hits
- Heartbreak Trail (with The Jordanaires)
- Gloryland March
- Sons of Tragedy
- Early Hank Snow
- Christmas with Hank Snow
- When Tragedy Struck (Digitally Remastered)
- Over the Top Country Masterpieces, Vol. 1 (Remastered)
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