Near the lighthouses of Ferryland, rose the purest by
His name was Ron Hynes, with a twinkle in his eye.
He sang of life and love and loss, of places far and near,
With every note and melody, his voice rang true and clear.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
From "Sonny's Dream" to "St. John's Waltz," his music touched our souls,
A storyteller of our time, with words that made us whole.
He captured hearts and memories, with lyrics rich and deep,
In every pub and concert hall, his legacy we keep.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Through trials and through triumphs, his spirit never waned,
A beacon in the darkest night, his passion unrestrained.
With a guitar and a story, he walked the path of fame,
Yet remained a humble troubadour, true to his name.
He sang of fishermen and sailors, of heartache and delight,
Of mornings bright with promise, and lonesome, quiet nights.
In every line and every chord, his heart and soul were shown,
Ron Hynes, the bard of Newfoundland, forever in our own.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Now the stage lights may have dimmed, but his songs will never die,
For in the hearts of those he touched, his spirit soars on high.
Oh, the wonderful grand man, your music leads the way,
In every note, in every heart, your legacy will stay.
Eh I By - The Wonderful Grand Man Lyrics
Eh I By - The Wonderful Grand Man Lyrics
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Near the lighthouses of Ferryland, rose the purest by
His name was Ron Hynes, with a twinkle in his eye.
He sang of life and love and loss, of places far and near,
With every note and melody, his voice rang true and clear.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
From "Sonny's Dream" to "St. John's Waltz," his music touched our souls,
A storyteller of our time, with words that made us whole.
He captured hearts and memories, with lyrics rich and deep,
In every pub and concert hall, his legacy we keep.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Through trials and through triumphs, his spirit never waned,
A beacon in the darkest night, his passion unrestrained.
With a guitar and a story, he walked the path of fame,
Yet remained a humble troubadour, true to his name.
He sang of fishermen and sailors, of heartache and delight,
Of mornings bright with promise, and lonesome, quiet nights.
In every line and every chord, his heart and soul were shown,
Ron Hynes, the bard of Newfoundland, forever in our own.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Now the stage lights may have dimmed, but his songs will never die,
For in the hearts of those he touched, his spirit soars on high.
Oh, the wonderful grand man, your music leads the way,
In every note, in every heart, your legacy will stay.
His name was Ron Hynes, with a twinkle in his eye.
He sang of life and love and loss, of places far and near,
With every note and melody, his voice rang true and clear.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
From "Sonny's Dream" to "St. John's Waltz," his music touched our souls,
A storyteller of our time, with words that made us whole.
He captured hearts and memories, with lyrics rich and deep,
In every pub and concert hall, his legacy we keep.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Through trials and through triumphs, his spirit never waned,
A beacon in the darkest night, his passion unrestrained.
With a guitar and a story, he walked the path of fame,
Yet remained a humble troubadour, true to his name.
He sang of fishermen and sailors, of heartache and delight,
Of mornings bright with promise, and lonesome, quiet nights.
In every line and every chord, his heart and soul were shown,
Ron Hynes, the bard of Newfoundland, forever in our own.
In Hyne's sight, he was a wonderful grand man
As he travelled Newfoundland with his band.
In Hyne's dream, he sailed far from Ferryland
Towards awards, performances, and his arts demands.
Now the stage lights may have dimmed, but his songs will never die,
For in the hearts of those he touched, his spirit soars on high.
Oh, the wonderful grand man, your music leads the way,
In every note, in every heart, your legacy will stay.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC