Hear the lonesome whistle blow, See the morning dew
Though our home is far
away, I am here with you.
Geese are lifting from the
shore, shall they fly away?
Here we rise at
Beaubassin, shall we greet the day?
When my heart was sad and
slow, burdened and distressed
I could hear your golden
voice, bringing peace and rest.
Speak again, speak again,
as in olden days
Cheer my weary, fainting
soul, fill my heart with praise.
Hear the lonesome whistle
blow, See the sun go down
Geese return to Digby
shore, by the Digby town
Day is done, day is done,
supper time is through
Though our home is far
away, I am here with you.
words by Gary
to the tune “Aura Lee” by George Poulton
(nineteenth century)
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