Dirty Rocks of Home

by Carl Pitcher

We left the Little Harbour on the 7th of July,
From the only home we ever knew we made our sad good-bye,
The boat was loaded down with most everything we owned,
And we steamed on past the dirty rocks to Placentia, our new home.

Refrain
It’s been 50 years and more since we left our homeland shore,
But there’s some magic that we can’t explain,
That draws us to our home, from no matter where we roam,
It’s good to see the dirty rocks of Merasheen again.

As the years go by we oft return to our island home,
It’s a joy to see those hills and coves where we still love to roam,
We all have different memories from those many years ago,
Of school friends and the things we did, old folks we used to know.

Refrain - It’s been 50 years and more . . .

The ruins of resettlement still linger to this day,
For pennies on the dollar, house and stage we gave away,
So much loss with little gain, as broken hearts bleed tears,
Yet the spirit of community has survived for all these years.

Refrain - It’s been 50 years and more . . .