My Harbour Island Home

by Pat Greene

Let me tell to you a story about my childhood days,
Let me take you to an island that’s out in Placentia Bay.
In my mind I often wander, once again I’d like to roam,
“Cross the blue Placentia water to my Harbour Island home.

In my dreams I often wander to my Harbour Island home,
I’d live and be contented, on that island I would roam.
The people there were friendly, and would greet you with a smile,
Take me back to Harbour Island where I lived to as a child.

I can see my father rowing in his dory along the shore,
Heavy loaded down with firewood as I played around the door
I hear my mother calling, I can see the rocky hills;
I can see the Harbour Island, in my dreams I always will.

Many years now since I have left there, but my memory it is clear,
We weren’t rich with gold or silver, just poor people living there.
This island has a memory that will never fade away,
Here’s adieu to Harbour Island, where I spent my childhood days.

Those days are gone forever, they never will return,
No one lives on that island, it just stands there all alone.
‘Cause the water washes ‘round it, and the sun so brightly shines,
A picture of this island, will be always in my mind.