There's a place
I'll always cherish
beneath the blue Atlantic skies
Where the shores down in Cape Breton
bid the golden sun rise
And the fragrance of the apple blossom
above the dew -kissed lawn
Back in dear old Nova Scotia,
the place where I was born
The Scotian and the Ocean Limited
and the Maritime Express
Their mighty engines throbbin'
make their way towards the West
And the sturdy fishin' schooner
sways so lazy to and fro
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary
and I love her 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 I spend my twilight days
Where the pretty robin redbreast
sings to loved ones in the trees
And the French dialect in old Quebec
keeps a -callin' out to me
It seems to say be on your way,
there's a welcome at the door
Where the kinfolks are a -waitin'
on that green Atlantic shore
Down through beautiful New Brunswick
and across to P .E .I.
To the rockbound coast of Newfoundland
I'll love them till I die.
But if God came here on earth with us
and asked for a little rest
I'd take him to my Nova Scotia home,
the place that I love best.