Barra Macneils - The island

^GOver an ^Docean, and ^Gover a ^Dsea ^GBeyond these great ^Dwaters, ^Am7what do I ^Dsee? ^{D G}I see the great ^Dmountains that ^Gclimb from the ^Dcoastline, ^GThe hills of ^DCape Breton, this ^Am7new home of ^Dmine. ^D

And we ^Gcome from the ^Dcountries, all ^Gover the ^Emworld To ^Chack at the ^Bmforests, to ^Amplough the lands ^Ddown. ^EmFishermen, ^Dfarmers, and ^Gsailors all ^Emcome, To ^Cclear for the ^Emfuture, this ^Dpioneer ^Gground.

^GWe are an ^Am7island, a ^Emrock in a ^Dstream ^GWe are a ^Cpeople, as ^Aproud as there's ^Dbeen In ^Gsoft summer ^Am7breeze, or in ^Bmwild winter ^Dwinds The ^Emhome of our ^Dhearts, Cape ^CBre-^Gton... ^{G D C G}

^GOver the^D rooftops a^Gnd over^D the trees ^GWithin these new to^Dwnships,^Am7 O what do^D I see? ^{D G}I see the black ^Dpit heads, the ^Gcoal wheels are^D turning ^GThe smoke sta^Dcks are belching a^Am7nd the blast^D furnace b^Durning.

Ahhh th^Ge sweat on the^D back is no joy^G to behol^Emd In ^Cthe heat of ^Bmthe steel pl^Amant or mining the^D coal. ^EmAnd the for^Deign owned co^Gmpanies forc^Eme us to fight For^C our survival,^Em and for out ^Drights. ^G

^GWe are an ^Am7island, a ^Emrock in a ^Dstream ^GWe are a ^Cpeople, as ^Aproud as there's ^Dbeen In ^Gsoft summer ^Am7breeze, or in ^Bmwild winter ^Dwinds The ^Emhome of our ^Dhearts, Cape ^CBre-^Gton... ^{G D C G}

^GOver the^D highways a^Gnd over^D the roads ^GOver the causeway, ^Dstories ^Am7are told. ^{D D G}They tell of the^D coming and the^G going away ^{D G}Cities of Ame^Drica draw me away.^{Am7 D D}

Oh and ^Gthe companies ^Dcome, and the c^Gompanies ^Emgo And^C the ways of^Bm the world w^Ame may never know.^{D Em}We'll follo^Dw the footste^Gps of those ^Emon their way, and^C still ask for^Em the right to^D leave o^Gr to stay.

^GWe are an ^Am7island, a ^Emrock in a ^Dstream ^GWe are a ^Cpeople, as ^Aproud as there's ^Dbeen In ^Gsoft summer ^Am7breeze, or in ^Bmwild winter ^Dwinds The ^Emhome of our ^Dhearts, Cape ^CBre-^Gton... (2x^G) ^{D C G}