When the big moon shines in the Maritimes|On the old Atlantic shore|I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!|When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you|With a love for evermore,|Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals|Of the old Atlantic shore.||Where the fishing nets hang, and the bouy bells clang,|You marvel at the stevedores' might.|And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip|Away in the silence of night.|How I reminisce your goodbye kiss, standing in the shanty door.|I'm coming back home, never more to roam, from the old Atlantic shore.||When the big moon shines in the Maritimes|On the old Atlantic shore|I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!|When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you|With a love for evermore,|Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals|Of the old Atlantic shore.||It's a long ways down to Halifax town|Where the great white seagull flies|But the big blue sea, it's a-callin' to me,|'Come back to your big blue eyes.'|I can feel sea breezes comin' through the trees,|I can hear the ocean's roar.|I'll be home tonight, dear, to hold you tight,|On the old Atlantic Shore.||When the big moon shines in the Maritimes|On the old Atlantic shore|I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax and the girl that I adore!|When the big skies blue, I'll be coming to you|With a love for evermore,|Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals|Of the old Atlantic shore.||Where the high tides roll, on the rocky shoals|Of the old Atlantic shore.|