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[00:05.50]Late spring the leaves are turned green
[00:10.52]The sheep on the hill side, the birds on the wing.
[00:17.63]From over my shoulder the last time I'm seeing
[00:23.25]The old house all weathered and grey
[00:28.12]We talked till three, my father and me
[00:33.76]And the fiddle tunes flowed like the clear Margaree
[00:41.40]"Never forget who you are, son", said he.
[00:46.39]And I followed my brothers away.
[00:51.45]Now I'm headin' for Halifax to see what's to spare
[00:56.58]In the way of some work, and if there's nothing there
[01:02.09]It's Toronto, Out west, to God only knows where
[01:07.65]But there's bound to be friends from back home.
[01:13.84]One thing I know, wherever I go
[01:19.14]My heart's in Cape Breton it will always be so.
[01:26.14]And, whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
[01:31.04]My first and last thought is for home.
[01:36.28]Now I'm headin' for Halifax to see what's to spare
[02:04.94]In the way of some work, and if there's nothing there
[02:10.51]It's Toronto, Out west, to God only knows where
[02:16.17]But there's bound to be friends from back home.
[02:21.72]One thing I know, wherever I go
[02:27.02]My heart's in Cape Breton it will always be so.
[02:34.04]And whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
[02:39.76]My first and last thought is for home.
[02:57.47]And, whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
[03:02.99]My first and last thought is for home.
[03:08.48]My first and last drink is for home.
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