HEADIN' FOR HALIFAX
Al McDonald
Chorus:
And I'm headin' for Halifax to see what's to spare
In the way of some work and if there's nothing there
It's Toronto out west, to God only knows where
And there's bound to be friends from back home.
1. Late spring, the leaves are all green
There's sheep on the hillside, bird on the wing,
Over my shoulder the last thing I've seen
The old home so weathered and gray.
2. We talked 'till three, my father and me
And the fiddle tunes flowed like the clear margurey
"Never forget who you are son," said me,
and I followed my brothers away.
3. One thing I know, where ever I go,
My heart's in Cape Breton, 'twill ever be so
Whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
My first and last thoughts are of home.
From the singing of Diane and Dick Thies, of Corvallis,
Oregon, who were living in Washington for two years, 1983- 1984.
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HEADIN' FOR HALIFAX
Al McDonald
Chorus:
And I'm headin' for Halifax to see what's to spare
In the way of some work and if there's nothing there
It's Toronto out west, to God only knows where
And there's bound to be friends from back home.
1. Late spring, the leaves are all green
There's sheep on the hillside, bird on the wing,
Over my shoulder the last thing I've seen
The old home so weathered and gray.
2. We talked 'till three, my father and me
And the fiddle tunes flowed like the clear margurey
"Never forget who you are son," said me,
and I followed my brothers away.
3. One thing I know, where ever I go,
My heart's in Cape Breton, 'twill ever be so
Whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
My first and last thoughts are of home.
From the singing of Diane and Dick Thies, of Corvallis,
Oregon, who were living in Washington for two years, 1983- 1984.
Al McDonald
Chorus:
And I'm headin' for Halifax to see what's to spare
In the way of some work and if there's nothing there
It's Toronto out west, to God only knows where
And there's bound to be friends from back home.
1. Late spring, the leaves are all green
There's sheep on the hillside, bird on the wing,
Over my shoulder the last thing I've seen
The old home so weathered and gray.
2. We talked 'till three, my father and me
And the fiddle tunes flowed like the clear margurey
"Never forget who you are son," said me,
and I followed my brothers away.
3. One thing I know, where ever I go,
My heart's in Cape Breton, 'twill ever be so
Whenever the fiddler rosins the bow
My first and last thoughts are of home.
From the singing of Diane and Dick Thies, of Corvallis,
Oregon, who were living in Washington for two years, 1983- 1984.